Every phenomenon arises from a field of energies: every thought, every feeling, every movement of the body is the manifestation of a specific energy, and in the lopsided human being one energy is constantly swelling up to swamp the other. This endless pitching and tossing between mind, feeling, and body produces a fluctuating series of impulses, each of which deceptively asserts itself as ‘me’: as one desire replaces another, there can be no continuity of intention, no true wish, only the chaotic pattern of contradiction in which we all live, in which the ego has the illusion of will power and independence.
Art is a spinning wheel, rotating around a still centre which we can neither grasp nor define.
We are aware that the conductor is not really making the music, it is making him — if he is relaxed, open and attuned, then the invisible will take possession of him; through him, it will reach us
Peter Brook on Music