I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's

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.

This Idea That A Book Can Either Be About Character And Feeling, Or About Politics And Idea, Is Just A False Binary. Ideas Are An Expression Of The Feelings And The Intense Emotions We Hold About The World.

All The Different Ways We Know The World All Come From The Brain, And They All Depend On Each Other To Make Sense.

What I Really Like To Learn How To Do Is To Build Sentences That Are Equal To Mental States.

Reading Is The Last Act Of Secular Prayer.