Take a piano. Keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions of billions of keys that never end and that’s the truth, Max, and they never end, that keyboard is infinite. If that keyboard is infinite, on that keyboard there’s no music you can play. You’re sitting on the wrong bench.
That’s God’s piano.