I had a music "teacher" (actually he possibly was the smartest guy that ever walked this planet, i believe) that taught me the methods with which i can reprogram my brain and language to be able to express what can't be expressed, so to say.

He was my Yoda. I implemented an granuralized his methods in my later and recent studies about this simulation of reality, all the "experts" and victims live in.

Sadly, he is dead. But his methods live on in my mind.

Before my bodily existence deceases, i have sworn to write down his mantras with comments on how to implement them. It is one of the few thing i completely remember eventhough i've been scattered as hell for all my life so far.