“Sometimes I can’t say the things I want to because it’s out of reach.
I am not able to say it, regardless of how hard I try. I stare blank
stares and feel like I have no mouth.Then the art in each of us starts
to speak through another. I hear it perfectly said and am satisfied,
relieved in a way, and when I hear it I laugh the laugh of bona fide
truth, obvious delight….It has taken me a half century to see we sing
the songs the other can’t sing – that we give each other the voice we
do not have of ourselves alone.”

– Michael Nesmith (today on Facebook)