Fluid, chimerical transformation driven by a material constancy composed of archetypal elements is always present in the best work, always free, authentic, and unwilling to be boxed in; it does not yield easily to taxonomy.

Reflection, discernment, a sustainable sense of tranquility, of knowing where and how to find oneself—these are only the most obvious casualties of marauding noise’s march to the sea. Much more insidious has been the loss of music itself.