The fabric of existence weaves itself whole.
~ Charles Ives
But maybe music was not intended to satisfy the curious definiteness of man. Maybe it is better to hope that music may always be transcendental language in the most extravagant sense.
A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.
