No One Can Have An Idea Once

It Was At Harvard Not Quite Forty Years Ago That I Went Into An Anechoic [totally Silent] Chamber Not Expecting In That Silent Room To Hear Two Sounds: One High, My Nervous System In Operation, One Low, My Blood In Circulation. The Reason I Did Not Expect To Hear Those Two Sounds Was That They Were Set Into Vibration Without Any Intention On My Part. That Experience Gave My Life Direction, The Exploration Of Nonintention. No One Else Was Doing That. I Would Do It For Us. I Did Not Know Immediately What I Was Doing, Nor, After All These Years, Have I Found Out Much. I Compose Music.

In An Utter Emptiness Anything Can Take Place.

In That Case I Will Devote My Life To Beating My Head Against That Wall.

The World, The Real Is Not An Object. It Is A Process.

Whether I Make Them Or Not, There Are Always Sounds To Be Heard And All Of Them Are Excellent.