Slithery creatures leaving trails, true artists have little time for resting on their laurels. A piece of music created over twenty years ago and only presented in a humble setting, can suddenly find itself being revisited, to be used for an unimagined purpose.
‘Man must wack’ to use a Nigerian turn of phrase. Shaping creative ideas to seek the approval of corporate functionaries is a distraction, however.
Mantras are intoned, pearls of wisdom dispensed by elders are read, heard and absorbed, but these guidelines are only compasses. Experience is the best teacher, in many cases.
The trails left behind have their own tales to tell. Do they tell the truth? Truthfulness often stands outside of time.
A train of thought is interrupted by something in the present moment that is inextricably linked to the same idea. Is this magic? Or is it merely a coincidence?