The Way We Deny Death Says Something

You Don’t Think When You Play Music, You Just Try To Play And Be In It. It Is The Same For Me When The Writing Is Going Really Well. It’s The Same Kind Of Feeling. I’m Just In It. It’s Not The Words, It’s Not The Sentences, I’m Not Aware Of It. Then It’s Good.

The Tree Was So Old, And Stood There So Alone, That His Childish Heart Had Been Filled With Compassion; If No One Else On The Farm Gave It A Thought, He Would At Least Do His Best To, Even Though He Suspected That His Child's Words And Child's Deeds Didn't Make Much Difference. It Had Stood There Before He Was Born, And Would Be Standing There After He Was Dead, But Perhaps, Even So, It Was Pleased That He Stroked Its Bark Every Time He Passed, And Sometimes, When He Was Sure He Wasn't Observed, Even Pressed His Cheek Against It.

If You Are Disappearing From Yourself, But You're Still Writing, Then There Is A Kind Of Activity Of Thinking Going On, Which In My World Is Similar To What's Going On In Music.

We Live In The Best Of Worlds. But Still, It's Like We've Lost Something On The Way To Here: A Sense Of Life. I Can't Know For Sure, I Might Be The Only One Who's Lost It. Maybe Everybody Else Is Living The Now, Thinking They're Having It Well. Anyhow, That Motivated Me To Write The Books.

Shameless Actually Good Since It Gives A Kind Of Freedom. We Consider The Old, Functionless Shame Destructive. Today, If You Have A Strong Sense Of Shame You Also Have A Strong Desire To Overcome It. And That's When You Can Write.