Children grow rapidly, forget the centuries-long embrace from their parents, which to them lasted but seconds. Children become adults, live far from their parents, live their own houses, learn ways of their own, suffer pain, grow old. Children curse their parents for their wrinkled skin and hoarse voices. Those now old children also want to stop time, but at another time. They want to freeze their own children at the center of time.

The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.

-But rational thoughts lead only to rational thoughts, whereas irrational thoughts lead to new experiences.

Time is the clarity for seeing right and wrong.

In a world without future, each moment is the end of the world.

I still will sit down at the piano and play when I am wrestling with something emotionally or just want to move into the musical world.

In a world of fixed future, life is an infinite corridor of rooms, one room lit at each moment, the next room dark but prepared. We walk from room to room, look into the room that is lit, the present moment, then walk on. We do not know the rooms ahead, but we know we cannot change them. We are spectators of our lives.