All that city you just couldn’t see an end to it.
The end? Please? Can you please just show me where it ends?
It was all very final on that gangway and I was grant too in my over coat. I cut quite a figure, and I was getting off, guaranteed. That wasn’t the problem.
It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me, Max, it was what I didn’t see。 Do you understand that? What I didn’t see.
In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was no end.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end, the end of the world.
Take a piano, hmm? The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you 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 rill out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, Millions and billions of keys that never end.
That’s the truth, Max, they never end. That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play.
You are sitting on the wrong bench. That’s God’s piano.