What if our inner beings, as persons, pianists, musicians, were a statue, fully encased in a mass of stone, and everything we learn from birth, every honest effort, every piece of music, were like chiseling away at the lump of stone to find the statue within ?And what if, after we have chiseled for many years, the form becomes fully apparent, and at that precise moment, turns into malleable clay ?And what if, as clay, our inner beings could grow, could increase in all that is life, but these days are numbered and feel as though they are only moments ?And what if, at that point which we think of as "death," it is really our clay turning back into stone, and in the next life we must chisel again for years to free the form, to have our inner being turn to clay, to grow for so few moments, and then turn back into stone ?
What if the piano had feelings like a human being?
what if hanon exercises were actually meant to help with toe dexterity?
They might be just that if organists were to use them as practice material...Best,Alistair
What If tomorrow all racism, gay hate, sexism and violence disappeared
What if the internet, or the internet you see, is actually only people within say... 50 miles of your location?
That would be cool!
What if... everyone suddenly disappeared from PS?
Ezra Pound's Envoi?
What if Trix wasn't for kids?
Please, enlighten me, I don't know what that is.best wishes,