The C and the Corinth are both standards. Strong, original, and of integrity. I can start elsewhere, however it must all begin here. Ideas arise from the interplay of basic tenets. Diversion arises from the crossplay of ideas bounced and rebounded from a Muse. I am sure in Ancient Greece each Muse mustered when hailed.
Outcomes may vary regardless of the starting point. On treks to the hinterland the routes may vary. Origin and development use different goals and objectives arriving at dissimilar yet surprisingly related accomplishments. Once set on, the paths may vary at nodes and forks, junctures and cruxes.
It is not my definition to have ideas, it is my destiny to bring them forth as my Muse posits perturbations for me to ponder. These meetings come too infrequently a times and timely at times. What kernel needs planting, seed needs sewing, or germ needs promotion? Each time I near the end another yaw in the ship of my mind swings me in another direction.
Dakar, the destination, as a Muse. Otherwise, thoughts are oft arrived at from the end. If you have a realization to which an explanation ought to be attached, your Muse may enlighten you. Paris – Dakar A rally like no other. It has a known destination, the Muse will spirit the how. Whence you travel through sand and water, deep and steep, it will not be an easy excursion. Trouble abounds simply in the obstacles and the terrain.
My Dakar Muse provides the end, the trials and tribulations are mine. Many times, a start is unknown. How to get from some where to there? How to arrive at your destination not knowing from where to begin? It can be a situation where the problem is unknown or obfuscated by the obvious. Or so close to your ocular organs its hard to see.
In the Key of E, everything has an equilibrium eventually. As I muse about my Muse, eloquence and elegance elates me. Even further to the truth about being everything to everyone every time. E types are everywhere, one I wish was in my garage, and one I have. Exasperation is not far afield.
In the end, the keys are key. I enjoy the C, D, and E’s. Off note or on key, the ability to stimulate thought and ideas is a cherished place to hold court. I muster daily for the strength to use that which is near, to make that which is further, closer.
Make Music as you pour Milly, I like the sounds of Java in the morning.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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