some fahey wisdom...

--> “there are many questions, which seem to admit of no answer. but a rather special sort of ‘no answer.’ it is not like a closed door, much more like a silent, certainly not un-compassionate, gaze. as though someone shook his head not in refusal but waiving the question. like someone saying, ‘peace, child; you don’t understand.’ or perhaps the questions, rather than expressing a lack of meaning, express something nonsensical, or contain hidden nonsensical assumptions. how many hours are there in a mile? is red round or square? or perhaps the question is properly put. my music doesn’t mean or do something.”
from the liner notes to john fahey's the yellow princess