A mind that is interested in changing...is interested precisely in the things that are at extremes. I'm certainly like that. Unless we go to extremes, we won't get anywhere.

Which is more musical: a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?

Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.

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?

We only hear what we listen for.

We are not committed to this or that. We are committed to the nothing in-between, whether we know it or not.

The act of listening is in fact an act of composing.