tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512555862639134715.post9139962960274966596..comments2021-11-28T03:52:30.247-05:00Comments on A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Life: One SongJungle Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06387850934886822058noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512555862639134715.post-53317827605988865912010-07-02T00:44:36.648-04:002010-07-02T00:44:36.648-04:00Aw shucks, Nick, I know, I know... I'm just dr...Aw shucks, Nick, I know, I know... I'm just dreamin' that's all. Dreams are what matter anyway, think of all the dimethyltryptahmine our brains make when we're sleeping. Remember when I said nothing matters and you said that matter matters? Well, Now I think that no matter matters... all I have to do is dream.Jungle Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06387850934886822058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512555862639134715.post-15592779246897811882010-06-30T22:41:28.207-04:002010-06-30T22:41:28.207-04:00This is very nice, Gaby, but only one side of the ...This is very nice, Gaby, but only one side of the coin. If we were all One, nothing would happen, but timeless bliss. I think the Universe likes more drama: plays out the illusion of separateness plus the tease of merging in ecstatic bliss. Just like Her Matter can do wave and particle at once (how naughty!)so Her Minds can do/seek/experience contradictory passions. Play hide and seek with Her/Himself wearing a million masks. Thanks for your vision of the ecstatic role; for visions of the separateness assumption, consult the daily news.nick herberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12806604589435880363noreply@blogger.com