(sorry to dwell on the terrors. i prefer to dwell in animal vibrations and music. ancient music anciently dispersed is still dispersing in the cosmos, and returning. i heard it in an ancient church in oia at dawn, hungover, weaving in incense and ancient greek.) 

music can be made, a cry for another life, a call so strong you didn't even have to be a believer to understand it. if a god can make itself a being, exposed to frailty and fear, 
human misery in turn could make itself a god whose name was music. 

chris marker -the owl's legacy.

a transformation, a mutation occurs. you can do so much. but with adversity and daily life, above all when you start fighting, when you have to resist an occupier, then things become much harder, then you have to make decisions because of defeats-defeats on many levels-in the face of life's adversities. then you have to make choices. you realize you can't do it all. i wanted to do an archeology, science, mathematics, physics. and i wanted to be in politics. you can't do all that and music too. so i made my choice. my decision was determined by...well, because of the defeats. i was so destroyed internally, i said to myself: why go on? plus my scar, of course. and the only way to exist seemed to be music. why? i don't know. it's an inner thing. music moves me more than anything else.

iannis zenakis