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I Eventually Spend A great Deal Of Time
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
July 6, 2010

I eventually spend a great deal of time waiting on phone calls. While I’m doing so there are a lot of other things I am either in the process of doing, or at the least, going over mentally. Being one half of the management team, and thusly in charge half of the time, endows me with a great deal of important decision making as well as a great deal of thinking. The proof is in the pudding and the devil is in the details. My immediate realm of conscious thought is always awash with things of high importance. Situations concerning people, equipment, timing, and technical data whirl about like a dervish. I have to do my best to keep them all in proper balance. Priorities turn and twist around one another like solar prominences.

Within that maelstrom an accompaniment wafts out of the mental rafters. Words and music sneak in and patiently wait just out of thought range. Like a radio whispering away diligently in the background, no true tune can be discerned. Whatever the playlist may be, one thing stands out like nothing else, and that’s the silence in between songs. Whenever it arrives I turn a few Picoseconds over to it. I mentally turn 180 degrees to face that void. There is nothing there but a cold, still, and lifeless ‘nothing’. I detest it. I hate it with a passion that rivals any in the universe.

With a baseball bat to the temple kind of ‘wince’, I return my focus to work. In the shadow of picoseconds past I find myself resisting the urge to reach for that shining volume knob in the back if my mind. Another song is playing. The synapses closest to the source are firing off in glee. Some part of me deep inside is trying to figure out how to play what it is hearing. I give in and twist the knob. Maniacal cascades of harmonics scream by accompanied by power-chords. Flurries of notes speed by running up and down impossible scales. The volume auto-decreases and I find myself tapping a foot on the floor, patting a hand on a thigh, and bobbing my head a little bit. I’m still waiting on phone calls.