The fabric of existence weaves itself whole.

For the word is dialectical in itself and at the same time is integrated into the whole of existence. By this I mean that the word is intended to be lived.

The greatest mystery of existence is existence itself.

Memories: (A) Very Pleasant; (B) Rather Sad.

Expression, to a great extent, is a matter of terms, and terms are anyone's. The meaning of 'God' may have a billion interpretations if there be that many souls in the world.

In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.