This is music that I have made. It may be good, it may not be good, it's hard to say, hard to say. Beauty is most definitely not objective, but subjective. Is anything good? Does anything suck? In the constant dance of the cosmos, turn on, turn off, expand, contract, control, realease, we realize that our lives are not as grandiose as we may imagine them to be and that all things are equally shitty and also good. Degeneration is the most fatally easy of all human conditions. For the tug of the universe which tends to the homogenous is upon man continuously, and becomes increasingly more urgent as he advances upon his path of differentiation.

But then, why should I try to be anyone? Anyone other than Pisces 1, moon in Gemini, Scorpio rising? A personality that has been played over and over again a thousand times. I must let go of the idea that I am something other than Sun energy, manifested at a certain time in the cycle, thusly having certain characteristics. I am, then, in fact, the Sun. Nothing less. Nothing more. Star energy.