I’ve always been amazed at how Sir George Martin fused together the epic 16-minute medley for Abbey Road.  The re-thinking, re-working, and re-assembling of leftover scraps intended for the White Album never cease to dazzle and delight – each time coaxing us into a dream-like state.

Mysteriously, the very words on this screen have simply disappeared on multiple occasions.  It would seem as if they came into life when being written and just as quickly decided they would be better off in the ether- perhaps in another web, or more aptly in the physical  world.  I sure as hell don’t blame them: They dreamed a better dream.

And the point? – well that’s the thing: When you daydream there doesn’t need to be, a point.  The luxury in free-thinking is not having to be concerned with any particular outcome, but only the total liberty enjoyed in the very act.  And in the times when we do concern ourselves with the end results, whether in business, sport, or cooking – we can begin to bring our dreams into focus.

After all, if we don’t exercise the choice to paint our own masterpieces, we mine as well let George Martin conduct our orchestra.