This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
a Sunday afternoon musing
The quality of a thought is equal to the possibility of its elegant expression. The quality of an emotion is equal to nothing else but itself. The quality of abstract music, paradoxically, is equal to both elegant expression and the absence of the symbolic.
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