The inner division during this process of writing a new piano piece. I play and look to see what it wants to do even though I am it. Put another way even though I make the final decisions about what happens when we (me and it) play, I get surprised by myself which sort of questions what calls itself me in the first place. Me probably is a verb but as soon as it speaks of itself or in order to speak of itself it presents as noun or thing. Like a fire that speaks. At least the piano is consistently divided in the same way each day – waitasec.