In the moment of composition, I don't necessarily know what it means. It comes to mean something later, after a year or two, I come to realize it meant something clear, unconsciously. Which takes on meaning in time, you know like... a photograph developing slowly. If it's at all spontaneous, I don't know whether it even makes sense sometimes. And other times, I do know it makes complete sense, I start crying. 'Cause I realize that I'm... I'm hitting on an area that's... absolutely true, in that sense, able to be read by someone and wept to, maybe, centuries later, in that sense, prophecy, because it touches a common key. I mean, what prophecy actually is, is not knowing whether... the bomb will fall in 1942. It's knowing and feeling something which someone knows and feels in a hundred years. Hmm? And maybe articulating it in a hint that they will pick up on in a 100 years.