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It’s all too easy for greed to flourish when, by nature, we are blind to the intricacy of others

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Or was music just a premonition of this thing called life? Life made more palpable. Life made more real, or less real, because there was music and incantation trapped in its folds.

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How many sunken layers deep are those we thought we knew simply because we loved them?

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And yet there may just be some small joy in finding that we are each put in a position to complete the lives of others, to close the ledger they left open and play their last card for them. What could be more gratifying than to know that it will always be up to someone else to complete and round off our entire life.

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If the music doesn’t change you dear friend, it should at least remind you of something profoundly yours that you’ve probably lost track of but that actually never went away, and still answers when beckoned by the right notes

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Perhaps music doesn’t change us that much, nor does great art change us. Instead it reminds us of who, despite all our claims and denials, we’ve always known we were and are destined to remain.

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Unlike the body, which sheds everything, the soul cannot let go but compiles and accumulates, growing annual rings around the things it wants and dreams and remembers

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Music is no more than the sound of our regrets put to a cadence that stirs the illusion of pleasure and hope

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Time is always the price we pay for the unlived life

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We remember not because we have something we wish to go back to, nor because memories are all we have. We remember because memory is our most intimate, most familiar gesture.

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How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?

Doc Luben

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We had the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.

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Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

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If he knew, if he only knew that I was giving him every chance to put two and two together and come up with a number bigger than infinity

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Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.

Jack Kerouac

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What did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes? Herein lies the key to your earthly pursuits.

Carl Jung

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So I waited. Then I got used to waiting. Eventually, waiting was more real than what we had.