dude, not too busy for you

yeah, that's where i'm coming from, the center of the universe, the passion of the multiverse, the wonder of the infiniverse, and the giggles of the seussiverse... and that's all i want, everything, no, everything without doubt, without question, without expectation, without reservation, without inhibition, without compromise...

the answer to the question is always yes, even if the question must be modified, but that is not beyond the realm of the illusion for, in the end, the love is made unequal to the love that fades, just ask Portishead (someday, the linkage will keep up with the references and the excitement continues to build as the signs that such days are finally approaching are popping up here, there, and everywhere)...

for what may appear to be random verses, or sermons, or scattered thoughts, even if they appear to be meaningless to the closed eye, or naked innocent unsure of the unconditional trust behind the words, still touch only what you allow and if you allow, oh, if you allow, what magic can be created in your vision, your hope, your wisdom, your imagination...

for there will always be the moment of connection, the moment when energies align and communication occurs and in that moment all other moments become elsewhere, past or future experiences left to the planes of memory and fantasy, what was and what will be, and in this moment we build the bridge we choose, the casual caress of laughter, the careless glance of ambivalence, the fearful doubt of isolation, the running leap of blind faith, the secure embrace of honest love, the magical mystery tour of unconditional trust, the illusion is ours to create...

but for now, these are the CDs playing at random and igniting the core of my memories, the flames of my sleeping inspirations, the wonder of hope and belief in the magic of love:

Alexa Ray Joel Don McLean Donovan Elton John Jackson Browne John Denver The Moody Blues Portishead Portishead Snow Patrol

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Sketches Legendary Songs Of Don McLean Slow Down World Made In England The Naked Ride Home Seasons Of The Heart Say It With Love Dummy Portishead Eyes Open

and the laptop shuts down the music and asks me to CLICK HERE and the hard drive wizzes and up pops disk cleanup and that asks me to delete files and what not because the laptop is running out of room on the hard drive... this was caused by trying to copy the playlist from iTunes into MS Word... obviously, not a good move as it is choking the poor laptop and looks like it froze up MS Word, which sucks majorly as I've only got 10 more uses before it shuts down and i have to explore the possibility of uninstalling it and reinstalling it, if possible... or returning to the dreary Word 2000 (at least it's quite dreary after playing with Word for Office 2007, which I believe is Word 12... and to think it was not too long ago that i was amazed by Word 2... what can i say, the writer in me loves the features of word processing software... yes, enough to completely distract me from the depths plunged into just moments ago, even with the musical enhancements, but then, it was the shutting down of the musical enhancements that brought about this paragraph and the attempt to copy the musical enhancements that brought about the shut down and the music is back on now so i can leave this circular loop and dance wherever the next paragraph might take me, which is not nearly as random or scattered as it may seem, as i've already said, wasn't i paying attention?) or trying out Word 2003, which was not impressive...

some of the best music i've ever heard is among the Cds playing and listed above... and some news stuff by voices that have long been heavily empowered in my psyche... and, with musical friends old and new (note the new open and close the session, which seems so profoundly poignant because it is) and i can just lay here and forget the world...

but there is always time for you, for sharing with caring... all you need to do is believe this is true and it is true... there is always time for you, for listening and hearing... when you are caring, there is always time for you... of course it would be wise to get some sleep as i've got miles to travel and so many meetings ahead... and yet i know the waters i swim are beyond the deep and life is for the promises left to keep... and for all the words ever said... and for words that might have been said... there'll be plenty of time for sleep or whatever might become of me after i am dead... so there is always time for you, for sharing with caring... all we need do is believe this is true and it is true... there is always time for you, for listening and hearing... when we are caring, there is always more time for being true... always more time for what to do... always more time for me and you... for me and you... for me and you... for me and you...

ah, the comfortable drift off into sweet peacful sounds as the music carries the words out to beyond the edges of consciousness and then, back into the center or the being where there is either unconditional acceptance with or without unconditional love or trust, or there is rejection (pity the poor fools who chose that path, but respect the freedom that gives them the choice and allow them to go their own way, hoping, believing, that someday we'll all understand)... yeah, some Dan Fogelberg would be beautiful in the above mix... as would John Denver's The Flower That Shattered the Stone and a touch of Jackson Browne's Late For The Sky and a smattering of The Eagles, maybe, if it wasn't all too familiar to me at the moment... the best thing about the mix above is that most of the music is either brand new to me or it has been so long since i've heard the songs that they feel new to me again... that is the magic of music... and the stepping stone back to the catharsis and healing and rebirth it can be...

alone again, naturally... maybe some Art Garfunkle... and Paul... and John... and yes, John's Paul too... and the door opens to so many others... the sensuality and the ethereal call me home... so sleep will come when it comes, but the inspiration of simply going out and sharing time and space in public with other humans is sparking an earthquake of undetermined proportions and as yet unknown results (will it kill this body, this recent push of activity... and without exercise, at that... or will this be the beginning of the second half of another long and mischeivously amazing life?... i'll tell you as time passes and tells me because, as cliche as it sounds, only time can time... sort of... it's not really time that tells, you know... it's experience... but can there be experience without time?... and what would truly be a timeless experience, anyway?.... these and other questions shall be stored in this parentheses for some other time)...

and so i come here to share the experience, as abstract as this may seem, and the excitement, for here is caring and a belief in sharing... hoping you will find these words as you find the others and they will find some connection in you, some meaningful place in your mind... if only you were here listening to these songs with me... if only somebody was... ah, but that is where we come in... the we created by our mutual illusion, our belief that in the writing and reading of our words here and at your online places, we are not so alone... cuz we say it with love...

yeah, and cuz I believe in love...

so in the end, love is what we make of it, caring is what we allow it to be, and sharing is what we believe it is... and i believe in you, being here, reading and caring about the thoughts and feelings that pass through this internet to your senses... and as much as i appreciate your tolerating my rambles, your accepting my manic meanderings, your putting up with my imaginary roller coaster of emotional stunk driving and impassioned drama, i appreciate your time and responses to the occasional serious moments i attempt to share in words most of all... it may not always be easy to maintain this illusion of closeness, of friendship, of knowing more than we know and trusting more than we have life evidence to believe we should (especially with my incessant distracting asides and seemingly careless irreverence, ya know), but we can and thankfully, we do... and this, and you, make the journey all the more fun and worthwhile...

so there is always time for you... even as the little schedule thing on the sidebar fills up with activity night after night, even as i push the body to move through yet another day and night on less than four hours sleep, there is always this time we share here... and that may be the best thing about this internet sharing as it allows for the linear time and business of life and still brings us back to the, this bridge of words, in some timeless bond we share... and this bridge i build for us right here at this moment is now here for you in your moment, this moment is timeless... hmmmm, did i just answer one of those absurdly profound philosopher's questions for the ages one of us slipped on earlier?... shhhh, let's just enjoy the moment, shall we?)...

cuz I know i've got a lifetime coming
but i've got it all figured out


nite nite :)