I get inklings, but to be honest often it's a hazy toothy serpent winding it's way through my life.
Picked it up from a number of places that a good attribute of something that you were born to do is the fact that it turns into a timeless activity when you do it.
Now, time has often been a painful thing for me - that's grist for another post, so without too much upfront analysis the pickup would seem to be fair.
And where do I get that? Is there anything that truly turns into a timeless endeavour when I'm doing it?
Well, yeah kinda. Songwriting. Seconds, minutes, hours, half days literally vanish. No tiredness, a direct plug into the noosphere. Creativity is unbridled in this activity. I don't have to try, a few notes on the keyboard, the vision is there, and the lyrics roll out.
Interesting.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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