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There Is No Pattern The Human Mind Can Devise That Does Not Exist Already Within The Bounds Of Nature...everything We Do, See, Write, Notate, All Are An Echo Of The Deep Seams Of The Universe. Music Is The Invisible World Made Visible Through Sound.

Usually I Decide On What It Is I'm Writing Next By The Books I'm Reading.

The Message Is Clear: Libraries Matter. Their Solid Presence At The Heart Of Our Towns Sends The Proud Signal That Everyone - Whoever They Are, Whatever Their Educational Background, Whatever Their Age Or Their Needs - Is Welcome.

The Dead Leave Their Shadows, An Echo Of The Space Within Which Once They Lived. They Haunt Us, Never Fading Or Growing Older As We Do. The Loss We Grieve Is Not Just Their Futures But Our Own.

What We Attempt To Do Is Not Without Danger. What We Attempt To Do May Not Succeed. But It Is Right And It Is Just. We Act For The Good Of All.