Be careful; everything you do to stand out from the rest, to individuate yourself and construct your own sound, will be the key to your further dematerialization. Keep the outside, common business world outside and artfully craft an interior universe; everything you choose will be included, from gigantic tubas to violin sections riding the straight beat of a drumset placed in the middle of nowhere, reverberations coloring the sky with a thousand hues. It is the most important task of your life, and you sure will live up to it, but you will slowly notice that as you build your wasteland houses, unchanging skies of hope, eternal landscapes of pure sound that moves the world as if it were ripples on water, you will be also building your own prison. The real, vital task, is to keep that universe in expansion. The more you keep outside, the less you have to live with on the inside, and no matter how much you can get in there, it's no match for eternity; no matter how broad your land may be, it will always be too small, it will sometimes begin to loop on itself until you are kicked out. Building an identity is nothing more than building the cage in which you will be slowly left alone, your memories sticking to you like an old man's tics. You may choose, as some elder men do, to have nothing of your own, but you will be stranded alone in the desert. And it's not just about running naked through the trees because once again, every word you utter is your final battle against identity. - postbop

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