Right time wrong thing. Right thing wrong time. Right words wrong rhyme. Wrong words wrong time

Harmony…Rhythm. You are listening…you are listening…you are listening…you are listening…to…

Think too much and trip over the beat. Or not think too much and be blinded to the rhythm.

The universe is composed of comedy. Pure unadulterated comedy commenting on everything you do and say. The cute girl who didn’t respond only says “now” when your now is already planned a few days ahead.

Whenever you forget this important structural component of the universe a moment happens that slaps you and reminds you that everything you know to be true is a load of make believe crap.

I’ve been told that being “light”, whatever the hell that means, is key since you can’t drown if you float. That play is everything. To stop worrying and start trusting. To let go and flow.

But I’m still not sure what any of it means.

All that’s absolutely sure is that the ironic comedy of the universe is always maximized.