There was a much sought after flugelhorn player whose students appreciated them for their insight and technical expertise. One student complained his best states of playing remained elusive to which the teacher replied,
“There is no there to arrive to. You imagine there is a crown of accomplishment, eventually you see the distance between you and the crown is constant. That imagined distance will always be just that – imagined”.
If Sufi stories could be interpreted as being about music.
(don’t imagine that could be)