And DNA

If Carl Flesch, the Hungarian violinist, accused the French violinist Jacques Thibaud of sacrificing his intellect to his senses, his thoughts to his impulses, a charge continually leveled against all musicians of soul or sensuality, I believe conversely in approaching the sensate by digging deeper into the mind. As chaos and structure are interlayered like icing and cake throughout space, so the interminable tumble and cartwheel of the brain through the false physicality of notes to the deeper essences of sound is an affirmation that the vast underpinnings and overtones which shape our lives, such as atoms and galaxies, although invisible and pragmatically unknowable, are nonetheless present in the DNA of every valid gesture we make, whether a touch, a brushstroke, a word, or a note.