I'm gonna hafta stop beating my fingers to death on this keyboard. For one thing, It hurts. I just don't have to strike the keys so hard as I'm doing it when I play the scales. Sometime I turn the volume up all the way AND strike the keys very tersely. It's like I'm trying to beat this stuff into myself. I'm trying to beat some sense into me. I start out deliberately playing the scales softly, but soon lose my intent, and only realize when I've reached a stopping point that I began banging away again sometime back. I'm gonna have to play softer to speed up.
I'm aiming to be able to play anything I wanna in any key that seems necessary or true. It's not that i ever expect to get to this place, it's just that I gotta have something to inculcate as a future. It will be easy enough for me to recognize it if I ever get to such a place. A thousand angels will dance on a pin head. The key phrase of this promise to myself is, however, "to play anything i wanna." If I don't wanna, then all bets are off.
In consideration that homo sapiens can't know their own possibles in real time, and that one's possibles are indeed their future, if they can't know their own possibles, then they have no future. That's where the inculcating comes into play. While it's true that you can't know your own "natural" possibles in real time, there is something that can be done, and that something is what makes homo sapiens the rulers of the known world.
I seem fairly amazed by women in their child-bearing years presently. I mean any female able to get pregnant, from the freshly minted to when they can't conceive a child any more due to age. The young ones seem so young to me. They seem to try to look like they haven't had a baby at first, and some of them truly look virginal. After a couple of children their priorities change. In the procreative sense, most girls turn into mothers and not runway models. That's a good thing for all mankind.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
