Be a taxi driver, love someone, someone doesn't love you, cut hair, workout muscle, cut hair again, kill president, not succeed, kill some trash, save chick, someone sits in your car, you do not take money, and drive into the most lonely street in the world.
Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.