For a week now I’ve longed to create something of a magnificent scale. Not something great to men, but great to me. Of particular interest, and one that strikes me from time to time, is music. I really want to create music and I want it to be beautiful. While I am able to pluck around on a guitar, or strike some keys of the piano, or even slap the skin of a drum, I am unable to quench a thirst for something better. So my inability frustrates me. On an uplifting note, the frustration does keep me practicing daily during these bouts.