With most probability we can assume that most hits are never made, and that these rhythms and lines of the geniuses of moments only pass through the world as quick and thoughtless humming whilst rocking a baby, driving a car, or passing out in drunkenness, so take this into consideration, ye who feel of little worth, that the angels might be grooving to your drooling babble, crying more! more! through this cheer and applause of silence, and that they will reward you for your performance on the stage of your own hearts.










