The Music of Life - Part three

The whole world is in your head, like the music you play, the songs you listen to. And your destiny is recorded as in the grooves of an old vinyl record.

Observe the difficulty of changing even a single word of your daily lexicon, an accent, a way of interspersing; observe the impossibility of changing an attitude, a reaction, of interrupting a routine, of breaking out of a mechanical repetitiveness of gestures and sounds.

Just imagine what it might mean to transform a thought, to change an emotion...

Observe in yourself the impossibility of grasping a new idea, of accepting it... of diving into the invisible... to dive into the invisible, to ‘dream’ of something original... something apparently impossible... to play a single note that emerges from the pentagram in which you have been reduced to living.

You will find that it is easier to move a mountain.