It's glad to know I'm not the only one out here.
Something loving horrible must have happened to this site really fast if suddenly people can start mindlessly prattling on about the "infinite" with ridiculously pretentious (not bad, just stomach-churningly, unrepentantly awful) grammar and sad metaphysical references and massively inflating their egos (ooh, look, I am a prodigy) and receive the sort of kneejerk support that seems to be accumulating here. Have we really become so sad and wishy-washy?
Has no-one actually ever read Marzique's profile?
To Marzique: I'm not sure how good a composer you are. Your ideas are grandiose but marginally interesting. Whatever the case may be, you are a lousy human being with an ego that's frankly unbelievable. You claim to be a composer of "genius" (I hope the fact that English is not your first language does not exonerate you. Certainly you ought to be familiar with the meaning of such grossly hyperbolic terms if you bandy them about with such ease), but I have yet to see any evidence of it.
I read a couple of your reviews recently and you seemed to be sobering up (and not stupidly liking your own comments like you used to), but apparently that has not been the case.
Sarastro, ffs, what utter bollocks. If I can't see any external coherence I see not reason to believe it is internally coherent (an interesting synonym for "meaningless"). Shockingly, the purpose of language is communicative, not obfuscative.