11 June 2010

Ignore It



Gentle waves of ideas, passing over one another. Focus drifts from one to the next. Music is the one art which is completely dependent on the passage of time. I can never decide if this is a hindrance or the key to its potency ...

This is a great spot to sit and forget about anything really. Whether with a good book or just a breeze, it can be sublime. But nature doesn't really care for time, your time, my time, anyone's. Rain comes when the conditions are right for rain, not when you want water. Maybe that's the lesson.

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