Silentium and Festina Lente - these works of musical art, I believe, unlike most classical or Western tonal 'art music', bear an expression for the fundamental insecurity and incompleteness of human existence - which, in regard to the music, manifests itself in the 'ending' of each piece - that is, in the fact that there is no real End in Aristotelian terms, as most often in life there isn't, but just - a beautiful - confusion and yet unresolved tension, an anticipation that only gradually wanes off, and which, in the end, is left without a proper answer.