Sometimes I listen to music and I wonder how did they get certain sounds.

Sometimes I think back to everything I've been through, and I wonder, 'Man, how the hell did I get here?'

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here.

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe . . . ?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm a character being written, or if I'm writing myself.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm as famous for my wheelchair and disabilities as I am for my discoveries.