Cut/Pastries: Proof's in the Pudding.

Independent update Re: "the beauty of the light of music": "I think about this world a lot & I cry & I've seen!"... but I'm in this kitchen! WITH DON DELILLO'S _WHITE NOISE_... so everything is beautiful in the space of the language, and indeterminate outside.

A passage from said novel, that a teacher much older and wiser reminded me to remember:

"We can't answer these questions because we've read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now."

I hope people are still "immensely pleased" because, like teachers and scribes before me, I feel compelled to record with accuracy and humility, but I'm unable to explain comprehensively.

The aforementioned teacher also gave me a book, _Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace_. This gift made me feel terribly grateful and sad, because I feel that the brilliant voices of the generation will always either fail to impress effectively or fall silent too quickly. I hope that's just cynicism and disappointment talking...