In meditation directives, one considers paying attention to each breath or the flicker of a candle or letting thoughts come and go etc. Being in the present, being not in the usual unending internal soundscape of randomly changing tv channels playing reruns of your interests or disappointments. That’s what I like about writing pieces on the piano. It’s a variation of meditation. The thing in B flat has been there a few months and a lot has developed but a lot is still to present itself. The not knowing what happens next, is perhaps the same space as writers, who in interviews make it sound like they found out about the character, as if by surprise, by continued writing. I don’t doubt them. Where is the thing I call I, when writing these pieces? Am I the fingers or the hands or the eyes or ears? I think somewhere in the brain, a small space located there but even though acting as if I’m me, overruled often by the brain itself reminding me I’m not here at all or not at all what I imagine myself to be. I couldn’t sleep last night, lay there thinking bout the fact I can’t sleep. Next thing you know I was in a dream about not sleeping and when I woke up there were many chapters worth being amused over, but the thing is, the brain itself overruled me thinking I was in charge. In fact, I might always only be something imagining myself. Like the old way people questioned if life is just a dream, it sort of proves itself by tracing backwards how you came to believe you exist.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In meditation directives, one considers paying attention to each breath or the flicker of a candle or letting thoughts come and go etc. Being in the present, being not in […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"Layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["entry","author-rockbob","post-7312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7312","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7312"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7312\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}