The highest purpose is to have no purpose at all. This puts one in accord with nature, in her manner of operation.

I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

If this word "music" is sacred and reserved for eighteenth and nineteenth century instruments, we can substitute a more meaningful term: organization of sound.

Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school? Are the people inside the school musical and the ones outside unmusical? What if the ones inside can't hear very well, would that change my question?

A meal without mushrooms is like a day without rain.

With just one musician, you can really do an unlimited number of things on the inside of the piano, if you have at your disposal an exploded keyboard.

My work became an exploration of non-intention.