“My cup is empty. I don’t think I’m wearing it in the right spot.”
“Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.”
“If the cup is empty, it can be filled.”
“It is because of its emptiness that the cup is useful.”
“Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page.”