The Loneliness Of Writing Is That You

I Would Say The Flip Side To My Fascination With Systems Is A Fascination With Components. So Many Of My Books Are Dialogues Between Little And Big.

Music Forecasts The Past, Recalls The Future. Now And Then The Difference Falls Away, And In One Simple Gift Of Circling Sound, The Ear Solves The Scrambled Cryptogram. One Abiding Rhythm, Present And Always, And You're Free. But A Few Measures More, And The Cloak Of Time Closes Back Around You.

Only Keep Still, Wait, And Hear, And The World Will Open.

Maybe Happiness Is Like A Virus. Maybe It's One Of Those Bugs That Sits For A Long Time, So We Don't Even Know That We Are Infected.

The Web: Yet Another Total Disorientation That Becomes Status Quo Without Anyone Realizing It.