I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.

maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it

It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.

When I think about it, I'm happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They'll preorder me. What a lucky guy!

If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.

If I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.

Freedom!- is the fatuous jingle of our civilization, but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling re: what the stuff actually is.