God is closer to you
than your own
breath.
This mode of thought,
this brilliant life,
this strange delight,
this peculiar dream…
Why make art?
Why make art? It doesn’t last. Why make music? The moment passes. Well…
God is closer to you
than your own
breath.
This mode of thought,
this brilliant life,
this strange delight,
this peculiar dream…
Why make art? It doesn’t last. Why make music? The moment passes. Well…