There was a musician at the college into mystical arts and she said to me there is no I inside you. Every time you say I it is just a thought thinking. You can pretend your face is I but it is just eyes, nose, chin. You might as well say your toenail is I. The part of your mind where you are thinking I is in your brain. Maybe you should imagine a brain when you imagine the look of what you call I. I told her I understood but she said if I thought I understood then I missed the whole point. I might have understood that too but didn’t bother to say so. She left the program without graduating. I bumped into her today, first time in 3 years. I asked if she is still playing music,
“If you were born to be a musician it isn’t something you can turn off”.
“How did you get so philosophical?” I asked.
“I ate a lot of Cheerios growing up”.
“What does that mean?”
“You know” she said, “little circles, infinity, pointlessness.
“Think life is pointless?”
“Well duh.”
“You think same about playing music?”
“Music isn’t pointless, I mean maybe what’s popular is but music has a point, it’s the life that makes sense vs. the life we lead.”