Alone ONE
When I heard the lyric, “…one can be the loneliest number that you’ll ever do…” and the I remember a wispy retort…”two can be as bad as one…” We start as One cell and then we divide, sub-divide, duplicate and evolve or devolve into infinity…
…I think before we are enraptured by the edict of “dust to dust, ashes to ashes,” we reach a point where we stand still like peace and realize that being on a particular note can feel like no other…
…we are told to bear fruit and multiply in the image of our loneliness, so we can overcome the scary side of the state of aloneness…
…in the image of the chosen inner-self, we wake up to a scary insight of ourselves — stripped down for examination and elimination of the areas that scream for improvement…
r.u. Cyrius or are you a blame-thrower sitting alone in an asbestos shack saying…”it’s not my fault, it’s an earthquake?”
