I had just finished a twelve-hour shift in the factory. Taking a seat in my car and letting the car warm up, I take a look at my phone and see a friend request on Facebook. I don’t get that many requests. I might get one a month, and usually, it is from folks I don’t know that have male accounts, under a female name with a profile picture where their boobs take up a third of the photo. Today that wasn’t the case. One of my favorite Country artists had sent me a friend request. She sure made my ego smile and made my drive home a lot lighter than usual. For the record, I accepted her request….:)
Brandy is a top shelf lyricist. I don’t have to google this to know this. It is easy known by her work or play. She touches a reality that resides on the darker sides. The sides that maybe some of us don’t want people to generally know about us. How mundane our lives can get with the daily rituals of habit and what we do to escape the mundane of living to a plan. I love her for it.
I’m not short of words as I’m on time for I have another shift at the factory waiting for me. Do stay well.
Links to and on Brandy
“As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?” – Alan Watts
John 10:34 Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?