Why do my epiphanies come at random times/in random situations?

I sat in the car for like... 14 hours today. 

so. life is awesome. 

Music is life. and not. 

So, I had a really cool epiphany today: 

THERE IS NO "IN-BETWEEN." 

[^I like how I used caps to make myself  look like a yelling idiot. :]

anyhow, I think it's a true statement, every single moment in life is beautiful and packed full of meaning. You see, life is a beautiful tapestry... and every thread is critical to the whole thing. Although some may be dull or shining, or brilliant or stunning, or just downright boring... all together, the contrast and combination is beautiful. 

I thought the other day about mastery, and living in the moment. basically I just "plagiarized" thought from Leonard George's Book "Mastery" which blew my mind. And, uh... if each moment is as amazing as the next, then mastery isn't seen on the stage where the pianist plays a $100,000 piano in a $5,000,000 building where people pay $120 a ticket to watch. If each moment is intermingled and inseparably connected with the rest, then mastery is simply Beauty. 

Beauty created by a choice in time. 

Maybe I should change my blog title to "musings of a mad man." 

I mean, that's probably copyrighted, so... yeah... 

So, uh... I think... after my 14 hour drive through basically desert to my grandparents house in the beautiful middle of nowhere... I think that, we need to drive sometimes, to go speeding through to emptiness. Just to find the beauty in the supposedly "bleak, blank, in-between space." Just to find the awe amid the nothingness. 

Are goals something we've just made up? 

Maybe I'm a bit too tired. 

Eastern thought is beautiful. 

I want to study telepistemology. [no, I did not make that word up]

The silence was truly deafening, and I mean that completely. 

Now that I'm essentially spouting nonsense, I'ma freewrite for a solid 10 minutes. 



Here goes: 

If you started your day by a week of zen mind riddles, would you be able to eat more window glass on your toast? maybe the answer to the applesauce is the song my grandma thinks is a conspiracy. I think, actually, that's buull. I don't think. or did I? huh? The Odyssey changed the world forever. Innovation is a beautiful thing. 10 minutes is a while, I never really thought about it that much. Pink polka dotted dinasaurs would make good pianists. I wonder what the world would think if I managed to become a great pianist, with my crappy start. maybe I'm just obsesssed with the piano, but I can't spele. I swear that wasn't intentional. maybe the fridge is full of mousetraps and they'll catch the trains of thought I can't manage to find. A thought is a connection, in the most basic form,, so... connections? that's cool. gives a bit of meaning to the "build bridges, not burn them." huh. yeah. I found the silence truly deafening, and that blew me away. I will mediat... MEDITATE... here one day and it will change my life, don't ask my why because the flowers of light will be beautiful in the day that we decide to make dubstep out of discarded ziplock bags and dumpster blinds that broke off the windows. why do I think about windows so much? I really am just one strange loop of randomness. Pianos, chichuahcas, windows... REPEAT> yeah... something like that will change the way we build fireflames and ice cream forever. maybe the answer to the round ice of light is 17 bazillion andpersande symbols. I wanna learn how to wakeboard, and I talk too much about myself, like,... forreals. I think that the ancients knew some stuff we haven't even all discovered hyet. maybe... maybe one day, we'll relaize, REALIZE reality. and it will be beautiful. it's strange, for the first time in history, billions of people have been able to do ANYTHING they want... and they do stupid stuff? what in heck? maybe I'll fly. Eagles and lightning. I'm obsessed with light, I just realized that... or at least my subconscious is. hmm. that's a strange thought, maybe when I go back and read this I'll come to some epical epiphanie that my subcounscious understands and is holding back form *from my mind, why would it do that? that's mean as all red bakpacks, why? 

yup, and... uh... I am insane. 

it's been confirmed by that paragraph of poop. 

Thank you cyberspace for not giving me a notice that my musings have overrun the randomocity allowance for google's servers.