remember

where (e)thereal began (where do i begin) to tell the story of how great a love can be?... ah, now that question transcends where (e)thereal began and this entry was intended (as passive as that may be) to recall the beginning of this particular blog and not the beginning of anything else, no less the universe (or something like that and let's not even get into time, m'ok?) or love (better to have, and all that chin-up stuff... sigh and laugh the day away... alone again, ...)... what?... where were we?... something about remembering?... something about always... la la la la la la la la la la la la la?... yeah, well, if you don't get goose bumps you are not only not the one, you are one of them (don't feel bad, you can still enjoy life, just do it over there, m'ok?... lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol)... shhhh, there's always one too many when it's good... what?... where were we?... oh yeah, something about remembering... i'm still here... are you?... did i mention that harpo had this playing when i walked in?... but that's another story... so is this, but we digress again... is that what we are supposed to be remembering?)... the beginning, or something like that...

yes, where it all began... sigh... the love story that never was, but always... always the dream of falling in love and sharing life forever, or at least until it ends... but that transcends again, digresses again, and whatever... again... the point of all this, hours and many memories and videos from many shows and eras and languages, even, later, is remembering where this blog began... but after all that above (which contains hours of diverse wandering of the internet, especially youtube), i am not sure where this was going to go so it may be time to pause and call this part one and see if part two ever comes along and if it does, whether it has anything to do with this entry or the actual point that started this entry... i suppose that will depend on whether i rememer what that point was, which might have had something to do with the point itself, or the point we just now came to... in any case, here are some more links for you to explore if you care to know what this or anything was about, ever, but especially during the time of this blog...

it really is no secret, of course i should be sleeping, which would have been a nice quippy close and was for years, more than six years in fact (or longer than that, even... what? what? what?... what?), but what is time, anyway... or is watt energy? (what?)... what-ever... when (where?) this came along and i just had to continue once again, because i love you (and me too), so here's another shot at all the strange and wonderful links that were in one or more of previous entries, m'ok?... thank you for caring (yeah) and choosing to spend time with my words (word?)... your words are wery welcome here... encouraged, even... and now (or when ever, even), with even more further ado, some impromptu fortuitous philosophy and nonchalant self-promoting (cuz i really want someone to know me {or something like that}, motivation is important in this life, ya know?), more of this, which is whatever you want it to be (it will be if you understand what makes everything move {and i mean everything and that is just where it begins} with intensity {sigh} beyond reason {sigh} and the purest peace {sigh} that comes from the purest love {sigh} and innocent trust {sigh} i welcome you {who are you, anyway?} to this world {what's with all these sighs?}, even though the point of it all could be random)... what?...

really, you do not need to know the words to love musical theatre... here's proof :)

narf :)