Let's Do It All Again

Many decades ago I clearly saw the infinity of existence exposed through the idea of doing everything there is to do every which way possible in every possible combination, color, flavor, style and perversion, with everyone and everything ...

and then what to do the next morning?

Do it all over again.

Which is the point of existence.

that there is none

there doesn't need to be any.

A friend turned me onto this song which seems to capture the feel well. Especially the last line.

There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbecue
This a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled

Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
http://www.directlyrics.com/katy-perry-last-friday-night-lyrics.html

Life in 'The Goo'

Recently talking about how it is to live in the undefined region.

No definition to relationships. No definition to life situation.

No definition to work.

All undefined

Open

Changing

Referred to it as "the goo" - the place where it is all undefined. Like a chrysalis.

Like certain Grateful Dead Jams - where there would be a period of time when they weren't really playing any one song (all songs at once) and then a melody or rhythm would appear and the song would form.

Caused by a particular band member or played through them?

Sometimes hard to tell.

And, the longer I stay in the goo the better the outcome.

As if choosing, forming, deciding, creating too early stifles what is yet to come.

This can be very hard at times. I get the feeling of wanting to pick...well, anything, just to have finally made some thing form, exert some type of control.

To let that go and patiently wait for fullness.

One of the hardest things I've done.

Wish?

Many people have pointed out that my birthday this year comes up as "11-11-11"

A truly mystical, magical and powerful number, in certain circles.

Uhm, ok.

This triggered a series of thoughts that led to the question:

OK, if The Universe came to me and said "your birthday is 11-11-11 this year. We will grant you a one time, never to be repeated wish. Anything you can imagine and describe that does not break current laws of physics and consciousness, you can have. Anything. Period."

what would you wish for?