My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

I was born with eyes that can never close.

Someone accompanies every soul from the other side when it enters this place. Usually it is an ancestor with whom that child shares traits and gifts

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies