To enter the regions where music is the official language, check all baggage. To what destination? It doesn’t matter. It isn’t yours. The bags will not be coming.
To be invited, sleep. When you discover that your hands are deep in the mane of the creature that carries you, do not attack with sharp probes of interpretation. Do not attempt to extract some abstract essence from its living flesh.
Where is the ladder? You will not find it looking up. It only descends.
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Notes while reading Hélène Cixous: “The School of Dreams” in Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing.
