In that case I will devote my life to beating my head against that wall.
Everything you do is music, and everywhere is the best seat.
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?
I certainly had no feeling for harmony, and Schoenberg thought that that would make it impossible for me to write music. He said, 'You'll come to a wall you won't be able to get through.' So I said, 'I'll beat my head against that wall.'
As far as consistency of thought goes, I prefer inconsistency.
The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.