As one’s skill in an art improves, one’s perceptions in that art become like a grid against which all the objects of the art are displayed — as if the painter saw every image as if against graph paper, with distances so precisely known and so clearly incorrect or correct. Just so do I hear sounds and all music — as against the grids of the well-tempered tuning system and the metronome’s perfect rhythm.
How extraordinary to consider how different our very perceptions become with time.