Now, I've realised that little has actually been mentioned of Miblo's life, times, or philosophies.
I'll start by saying that he is a musician. A guitarist, pianist, part-time drummer, and even parter-time accordion player. (I'll just tell you now, that when I get sick of writing in the third-person, I'll just refer to myself as 'I', instead of talking about this Miblo person as if he isn't me. Like now...) I began my musical life as a classical pianist after six summers had passed since my birth. These days, I'm not as proficient as I should be, but I like to tinkle away each day, and play the music in front of me. If you're interested, my favourite composer at the moment, is Chopin, and I learnt to play his Raindrop Prelude (Opus 28, No. 15) a few weeks (possibly months) ago. A thing I need to tell you straight away is: I don't play music to induce people to gasp and clutch the arm of the person next to them and say things like, 'Wow, oh my God, this guy is amazing!' or, 'Oh man, I'd never be able to play that in a million years.' No. I play music to - when I have an audience - touch people's hearts. That (and here is where the philosophical part comes in) is the absolute essence of music: the whole point of music is to touch people. That's the first thing I want music to do for me, and then when that has been done, I would like it to inspire me. I also have an idea that music is the Language of the Universe.
Now, to go further, I'll have to explain my ideas regarding the Universe, but at the moment, I have to go and take a break for a few hours, but I promise I will be back to continue the story in due course.
