Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from itself and from its present knowledge (not identical with these). In any act of thinking, the mind must reach across this space between known and unknown, linking one to the other but also keeping visible to difference. It is an erotic space.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

DEATH . . . And now you are here to fight for this woman. You know her promise is given. She has to die or her husband won't go free. APOLLO Relax, I'm not breaking any laws. DEATH Why the bow, if you're breaking no laws? APOLLO I always carry a bow, it's my trademark.

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.