I often regret having come into this petty world; not that I hate the world. No… I love the world,
I love high society & even the demi-monde, since I’m a sort of a demi-mondain myself.
But what have I come to do on this Earth, which is so earthly and so earthy?
Do I have duties to perform here? Have I come here to carry out a mission –a commission?

Have I been sent here to amuse myself? to enjoy myself a little?
…to forget the miseries of a beyond which I no longer remember?

Am I not unwelcome here?

What should I say to all these Questions?

Thinking, almost from the moment of my arrival, that I was doing some Good down here, I began to play a few musical airs which I myself had invented…

All my troubles stemmed from there.

Erik Satie,
Recoins de Ma Vie

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