I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Fly On The Wall

My sister once asked me for a recording of me playing the piano with no particular song in mind. Just playing. Just doodling on the canvas of sound. Well here it is.

After a long day at work, the piano is always waiting for me, faithfully, like a good friend. So I sit down and play what happened that day. I recorded this with my iPhone, so the quality is as if I recorded it with a potato... and I trimmed it down from 15 minutes down to 4.

So it's really just as if you were a fly on the wall. Because any sane fly would fly away after 4 minutes.

It's Spiritual

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