But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.

The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.