One need not fear for the future of music.

It was at Harvard not quite forty years ago that I went into an anechoic [totally silent] chamber not expecting in that silent room to hear two sounds: one high, my nervous system in operation, one low, my blood in circulation. The reason I did not expect to hear those two sounds was that they were set into vibration without any intention on my part. That experience gave my life direction, the exploration of nonintention. No one else was doing that. I would do it for us. I did not know immediately what I was doing, nor, after all these years, have I found out much. I compose music.

The purpose of music is to sober and quiet the mind, thus making it susceptible to divine influences.

Guy Nearing told us it's a good idea when hunting mushrooms to have a pleasant goal, a waterfall for instance, and, having reached it, to return another way. When, however, we're obliged to go and come back by the same path, returning we notice mushrooms we hadn't noticed going out.

Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.

Not one sound fears the silence that extinguishes it. And no silence exists that is not pregnant with sound.

No one can have an idea once he starts really listening.