The Fabric Of Existence Weaves Itself Whole.

You Cannot Set Art Off In A Corner And Hope For It To Have Vitality, Reality, And Substance.

If Idioms Are More To Be Born Than To Be Selected, Then The Things Of Life And Human Nature That A Man Has Grown Up With--(not That One Man's Experience Is Better Than Another's, But That It Is 'his.')--may Give Him Something Better In His Substance And Manner Than An Over-long Period Of Superimposed Idiomatic Education Which Quite Likely Doesn't Fit His Constitution. My Father Used To Say, 'if A Poet Knows More About A Horse Than He Does About Heaven, He Might Better Stick To The Horse, And Some Day The Horse May Carry Him Into Heaven'

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.

Music Is One Of The Ways That God Has Of Beating In On Man.

Awards Are Merely The Badges Of Mediocrity.