The Mæstro sat on the bench, aside the novice.
“We shall make a song. I will play middle C. Quarter notes. Choose any key and add a note.”
The neophyte pawed at G in the next octave up.
“Now add another.”
The beginner stutters in anticipation of selecting the proper note.
“Savor mystery momentarily, but do not consider. Do.”
A hammer strikes a string. An E resonates.
Now, scaling C in three octaves, the Mæstro’s eyes close.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
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