Immodest mouse

There is a calm that can be reached.  Sometimes though, it's a real fucking struggle.  To brush it all off.  To find that place above, or inside, or wherever it may be...where all the shit just goes away.

Once upon a bazillion years ago, all the tiniest parts of ourselves, blew up in the most violent explosion imaginable.

Those tiny parts floated around the universe for a few eons, came together, made shit, broke apart, floated around, made more shit, broke apart, floated around...

...you get the idea.

Then they all came together again, and here you are. 

Someday they'll break apart again, and we'll all float on all right.

Our tiny parts will separate, and fly in different directions.  They'll go on to once again form something new in some other place for a minute.

Thing is...those tiny parts, well, they just gotta dance.

There's a universal boogie, and ain't no wallflowers allowed.

And somehow, all those little parts decided to dance in the same place, at the same time, in the different bigger parts of you and me.

That's a neat trick.

Perhaps some tiny part of me, recognizes some tiny part of you from some previous dance across the cosmos.

Perhaps we were once part of the same something.

Perhaps we were born in the same star.

Perhaps...

Perhaps...

Perhaps we really were lovers in a former life.

On an atomic scale.

Maybe there is recognition of something much older than we can imagine.

Or maybe we're simply waiting to dance again.

For now though

For now we worry

about not enough money.

not enough sleep

not enough time.

Now we make excuses.

Now we make plans

Now we pretend that things are simply too important.

And we forget about what's important.

We forget that our tiny parts, need to dance, and soon...all too fucking soon...they won't be able to dance in these bigger parts of ourselves any longer...

And they'll all float on all right.

These little parts, only get to be one big part, for a very short fucking space of time.

And they'll all float on all right.

Before we float though...

Before the big part breaks down

And the tiny parts contiue their boundless flight across the cosmos..

to whatever the next destination may be

before we are once again

not but stardust

We have one fucking shot at glory.

All the stars

and all the galaxies have come together.

They've taken their place on the grand stage.

They've shone their lights down

picked up their instruments...

and goddammit

They're playing our song.

Every single rotation, is one less rotation we have.  Every spin, is one spin down.  

We can fly.

We know how.

There's nothing we can't reach.

There's no place we can't explore.

We are our only obstacle.

Let go of the fear.

Let go of the bullshit.

Let go of all the little things weighing you down.

Pick your ass up, and shake it.

Make it wiggle to the beat.

Up in the sky...giant balls of gas are exploding, the percussion of the universe.  Nubulae sing in b flat, and the chorus is only getting stronger.  If you're not singing along...

...you're missing one helluva show.

We can love.

no listen

we have a unique ability...

Fucking USE IT!!!

All those things...

the bags we carry

the hates we nurture

the miseries we nurse

the stress like bondage, strapping us to our guilt, and our pain, and our regret, and 

all those millions of things that annoy us, and make us forget...well...

they make us forget.

We can love.

no listen to me..

We have a unique ability.

WE. CAN. LOVE.

Do you understand?

Our tiny parts have finally come together, into these tiny brains, and these tiny hearts, on this tiny planet...

and 

WE

CAN

LOVE.

Stop with the bullshit already.

Because the time is now.

The music is playing.

The dance has started 

and all too fucking soon, we're all gonna float on all right.

These tiny parts will only come together to make you

this one single time.

Don't fucking waste it.