I imagined that when I found the
perfect music I would become the cool guy that was always my
potential. Now, on the far side of fifty, I see that it was supposed
to be the other way around. All that time wasted wandering dark
alleys in search of answers when it was the questions that were
actually missing.
"Build it and they will come."
It was true. If anyone built it we would have come. We didn't know
that we were the builders. Builders with no blueprints. Players with
no games. Dancers with no tunes. Writers with no stories.
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