As McLuhan says, everything happens at once.
Why do you not do as I do? Letting go of your thoughts as though they were the cold ashes of a long dead fire?
Every something is an echo of nothing
The white paintings came first; my silent piece came later.
We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly.
For myself and my own experience now, I don't really need any music. I have enough to listen to with just the sounds of the environment. I listen to the sounds of 6th avenue.