Odd Time Signatures

There are some frustrations even music can't soothe. At least tomorrow is Friday. Here's hoping for starry skies.

Disappearing Act

There's this magical motivation that hits while driving home from work. It brings all these thoughts of interesting things to do and tasks to accomplish. Then, when home is reached, clothes changed and a comfortable position found on the couch, it vanishes.

Ouch

Apparently, you can break the Golden Rule without meaning to intentionally hurt anyone. It isn't really obvious how much power you may have over someone else's life and emotions until you experience it, yourself. It's eye-opening.

That's the kind of thing that can be a crisis of conscience. How can you avoid doing something like that if you don't know it's happening? If it's beyond your ability to perceive it, is it supernatural?

Not really being into metaphysics, it would be interesting to know if you can prove something to be supernatural with only the tools our natural world can provide. Can the scientific method prove something that, by its definition, is out of the scope of science? If so, doesn't that bring it into the realm of the natural, and therefore make it no longer supernatural?

Intuitive

To find something new, sometimes you can look to the past.

Look Up Anyway

The trip can be the adventure, even when the destination hits a little bit off the mark. When you get there, don't be disappointed if it's a bit noisy and annoying. Don't let the noise keep you from seeing the stars.

Sometimes, You Need It Rough

Rough playing will break strings. New strings always sound so clean and pure, though, so that tends to make up for it. You need to break a string from time to time so you can hear how badly you need a new set.

On good days, music seems to emanate like radiating energy. Other times, playing is more like pulling teeth. Enjoyment comes from being able to bring that trip to the dentist to critical mass and generate energy from it.

Telepathetic

Ultimately, nothing productive comes of futility. Nothing. Remorse seems to be all it brings.

Every time you try, it seems you're just tilting at windmills. Quixotic and ineffectual, you keep on jousting at non-existent giants, trying to save someone who barely knows of your existence. Useless effort seems to have no end.

It will end, though, with the end of the poor, pitiful hero. There seems to be no other way to complete the story. Except that there is. Divine it.