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
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everytime i read your stuff, i always picture some old japanese monk or something, one of the wise. so, your parallel universe you would be an old, wise japanese monk sitting indian-style on the stone floor looking out to his zen garden.
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