Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
4.5; An intelligent and insightful satire about the omnipresence and omnipotence of media, a diatribe against the system of evil, and an ode to freedom | 200208重看