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The Origin and Evolution of Human Beings, Part 7 of 15, Oct. 25, 2007

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I don't always have live music like this. At home, I light a little fire, and then I just put the iPod on. Chopin. iPod Chopin. Chopin on the go. Pocket Beethoven. And it's still nice. A small iPod with a little loudspeaker. You flip it up, it’s about book (size), like that. Then light my little fire in my little corner with a couple of dog(-people) laying around, lazing around. Sometimes eat some popcorn. Listen to the music.

You want to play more? (I have a little minuet from Mozart.) OK. Let’s have him. (He composed it when he was a child.) Beautiful. Little Mozart. (Yes.) I love Mozart too. (I have to find it.) Don’t worry. He’ll be there.

It’s also short. That's really nice music. So happy, happy. I remember some idiot told him to make less notes, not so many notes. Take some notes away, too many notes. So stupid. I'd rather play music to the cow(-people) than to those kinds of people. “Take some notes away.” Then it's not Mozart anymore. It becomes, na, na, da, na, na, na, na. Some people are funny. Luckily, we don't have many. You want to play some more for us? Can you? (Why not? Yes.) (Yes!) Professional. The violin is good for your soul. I can see you love that violin very much. I see the trace of your… (Yes, yes.) ...of your chin on there. (I’ll play some popular Jewish music.) Yes, why not?

Thank you. Very nice. I think we just go to sleep. (Bring some more cushions.) I have enough here. You bring more cushions, where do I sit? So cute. So nice music. I don't always have live music like this. At home, I light a little fire, and then I just put the iPod on. Chopin. iPod Chopin. Chopin on the go. Pocket Beethoven. And it's still nice. A small iPod with a little loudspeaker. You flip it up, it’s about book (size), like that. Then light my little fire in my little corner with a couple of dog(-people) laying around, lazing around. Sometimes eat some popcorn. Listen to the music. Don't have live like this. Live is much nicer. What's wrong, you need some tissue? What's wrong with you? Why? Why? (Because I like to see You happy.) Oh, yeah? Well, it doesn't take much to make me happy. It takes a lot to make me mad.

Guys, it's still (Supreme Master) Ching Hai Day. Please eat some more (vegan) cakes, and tomorrow we really meditate. Go ahead. One side here, one side there, and some for outside people. Or you have just changed, right? Just changed? No, you haven't? The same guys sit here, no change. Cool, cool. Thank you. Real musician. Wonderful. You really look like musicians. I don't know how musicians should look, but they really look like musicians. (There’s) a kind of sweetness about them, a kind of innocent childhood, a kind of innocent purity about musicians. I mean the real ones, not the iPod ones, like me.

Sometimes I think I'm ruined. Dealing with so many people, I think I'm ruined. Sometimes I feel sorry for the little kid in me. Another time I feel sorry for the poet in me. And another time, I feel sorry for the musician in me, the would-be musician in me. Remember my father didn’t want me to study music, when I was young? (Yes.) Why? I don't know. I don't know. But I learned it on the sly. I learned it alone. Otherwise, I would have probably been like you, giving concerts and all that, instead of sitting here, talking.

There's some more here, baby. (Pass the basket.) For outside. If we have enough in here, some for outside people. Is there any storage nearby here or something? (No.) It’s too near the city. They don’t have it. What is it, baby? What do you want to do? (Just to help, take one basket to put it outside.) Oh, you need that to do it? OK. Then go. It's always good to be cautious. If people get sick, they blame you.

OK, guys. Everything OK now? That’s for outside. You have enough here? The musician doesn’t have. (No. We didn’t get any.) They didn't get any. And the cameraman. Why do you give them such things? Why not (vegan) cakes? (Oh, sorry. I thought those were the biggest ones.) Can they eat those? Let them choose what they want. (That's alright.) They're musicians. You just listened to their music for free, man. Don't show any appreciation. The cameraman doesn’t have any. (Yes, we have.) You want some? Just them? (We give them so much then.) Well just leave it there, don't have to force it on people's throats. The more, the better. Just worry we don't have enough.

You cool? Where is your guy? Here? (He's our guy.) Hiding. You look so much younger, younger than when I first saw you or your picture. You happy there? (Yes.) Funny how last time, like the brother came here, and he just sat in the corner so quiet. I thought he didn't like it. Did he say he liked it? (Yes.) Went home and boasted about it, right? But when he came here, he just sat in the corner; he stared at me. I said, “What's wrong with you?” What's wrong with this guy? He said, “Oh, just feel strange because (for) one year just sitting in front of a computer and suddenly saw so many people.” Normally he only sees people on the computer and now he sees the real ones. He didn’t know what to do, I guess. He's looking for people in the computer instead, so he keeps staring around. So cute. And what did he say? He said when the people came to him and said, “You must go to Paris,” he was so scared. He thought they'd kick him out, because he loves to work there. I'm glad. I'm glad that some people love it there. You? You do? Still? (Yes.) Where else would you go, anyway? Where else should you go? Out of this world or the next? We can't get out.

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