06/06/06

I was practicing scales. Then suddenly I wasn't. After half an hour of churning out my least favourite arpeggios on the piano, I quite unexpectedly found myself playing something I never heard before. I just kept going; I don't know what I was trying to play; all I remember is one chord. It was actually borderline good. A soundscape. I don't remember it, but I know if I go downstairs and hit that chord again, another world will open, like multiple buds on the same flower. A yellow rose, I believe.

Apologies. Studying does this to me. Sheer boredom interspaced with enlightenment (or what seems to be). Boredom is scales, and illumination rarely occurs. I just painted black my guitar pick, which I am training myself to use. I can convince myself I understand -- which only means I do not. Like the shadows on the wall...truth exists, even if we cannot reach it. Even if the cave is all we know, that does not mean there is nothing higher.