Sometimes just to laugh at, sometimes just to cry at.
It’s the pique that separates us thinking star stuff from the hydrogen atoms; the wiggle in the n-th dimensional that wraps back into the 1D point that spawned it all.
It’s simply nothing more than life, when it’s allowed to vibe and be before ‘thoughts of should’ come in.
When you hear it, listen a bit. You may be surprised at what you find.
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Its name is Whimsy and it cares for all of us.
Sometimes just to laugh at, sometimes just to cry at.
It’s the pique that separates us thinking star stuff from the hydrogen atoms; the wiggle in the n-th dimensional that wraps back into the 1D point that spawned it all.
It’s simply nothing more than life, when it’s allowed to vibe and be before ‘thoughts of should’ come in.
When you hear it, listen a bit. You may be surprised at what you find.
pee pee poo poo