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last night was like taking reality and working to make it what it was desired to be, at least for a stitch in time. and it became that, and all was well. it was a good night, and much was learned of the guitar. i truly became one with my guitar last night. i was looking at the fretboard, concentrating on the wood grain that i hadn't really ever noticed before, and the length of the entire neck of the guitar... was vast to say the least. it is its own plane of existence...
one under my control and at the mercy of my own ability to steer it any direction.