but I don't want to re-invent the wheel.

While hearing Bach's inspired music, I am re-inventing it. The music unfolds in my conciousness, which is where I am. And I could not point out His points any better.

Sometimes I sit around and meditate about wheel inventing: imagining how the woman felt that actually invented the wheel, and I am trying to get at that all-caps HEY! THATS IT! feeling re-creating her creation.

Then sometimes the wheel's just broken. Well I fix it, to no avail. I don't re-invent it (because the idea is there), but do somehow, made of rags, and suddenly it's not only a wheel but one that sings "Amazing Grace" while rolling.

So, please keep re-inventing wheels. Wheels would be so boring but for those that dare to re-invent them...

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