I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential.

I cannot pretend i am not without fear.

I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.

The same areas which are active in listening to music are also active when you imagine music, and this includes the motor areas, too. That explains why earlier, even though I was only thinking of the mazurka, I was thinking in terms of movement.

In general, people are afraid to acknowledge hallucinations because they immediately see them as a sign of something awful happening to the brain, whereas in most cases theyre not.

The past which is not recoverable in any other way is embedded, as if in amber, in the music, and people can regain a sense of identity.

I think hallucinations need to be discussed. There are all sorts of hallucinations, and then many sorts which are okay, like the ones I think which most of us have in bed at night before we fall asleep, when we can see all sorts of patterns or faces and scenes.