listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

The only truth is music.

My witness is the empty sky.