Reminds me of a story: in the 1950s, poet Alan Ginsburg was a big fan of jazz, and of the aging Lester Young especially. Alan was deep into his period of spiritual thinking/reflection, and Lester seemed -- in the beauty of his improvised solos, and in his gentle ways -- to epitomize those depths. So one night in New York, when Lester was taking a break during one of his shows in New York, Alan sat at his feet as they chatted, and Alan found himself asking: "Prez, if you knew that the atomic bomnb was going to drop on New York City in the next hour, what would you do?" Who knows what Alan was expecting to hear, or how much gentle fun Lester was having at his expense, but Lester's answer was: "I'd throw a big rock through the window of that jewellrey store across the street and get me a whole bag of those fine diamond rings!".
Peter