The way the errors spill and unfold and fall and all in all it doesn’t mean anything. The best thing is the one yet untapped and to get to it will take so much more tapping than can be imagined. Every time I made a song I said good bye to this world and faded into the sounds. When I returned I’d have this thing but I’d always wonder where the time went. And I would think about how it was gone and I was alone. Then I’d take the collection of sounds and share it and still in the back of my head was the reality that I was the only one there. It was such a silence. And I hate to leave the silence and I hate to return to the silence.