I live in an inner monastery. It has no visible walls, yet the separation is complete. The outer world continues its restless movement, but it no longer determines my rhythm. What governs here is order. Not imposed, not enforced, but arising from alignment with something that does not negotiate. This monastery did not emerge from rejection of the world. It emerged from insight. When everything speaks at once, silence becomes a moral necessity. When speed is mistaken for vital

There are moments in the musical world when the mask slips and the raw face of hostility reveals itself. It often happens where one least expects it.