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I remember a few years ago a famous jazz pianist passed away . . . I can't remember his name. In an article commemorating his death, one of his closest friends was interviewed to glean some insight into his day-to-day life. "What were some common conversation topics you had in the last few years of his life?" was the reporter's question. His life-long friend, an octogenarian himself, said something along the lines of . . .
--Oh, this and that.
--You must have spoken about music quite a lot?
--Well, actually, no. We hardly ever talked about music. Music was something he made and played. It was something he did. There was no need to talk about something one does. One just does it.

I like that.