Some people thought we'd be swallowed up and lose our identity.

Believe me, she's in heaven, ... People thought she was homeless, but she gave everything to the church.

I don't want to inhabit the human world under false pretenses.

If you understood everything I said, you’d be me

I never thought that the music called "jazz" was ever meant to reach just a small group of people, or become a museum thing locked under glass like all other dead things that were once considered artistic.

When you let go of the belief that you should or need to know who you are, what happens to confusion? Suddenly it is gone. When you fully accept that you don't know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thought could ever be. Defining yourself through thought is limiting yourself.