One of anything is Gene Kelley in top hat and tails. One kiss. One overheard song. One glimpse. One pulled pork burrito with black beans, cheddar cheese, salsa, sour cream, lettuce and guacamole oh and could I have a side of chips with that.
One of something pulses with possibility as we imagine the infinitude of next moments that might proceed from it, and what meaning might lurk within it.
Two of something is the beginning of the end. Or, if we'd rather not get overly Jim Morrison dramatic about it, two is the beginning of the end of the beginning. Between two points you can draw a line! Draw a couple of lines and before you know it you have a shape or even a pattern! Then, I'm very sorry, no refunds, but the thing is what it is. "We're here. We're not there. Get Used to It" as the old gay rights protest chant did not exactly go. This blog is now officially what it is.
So did you feel that sea change? I felt that sea change. Oh, wow, that feels great. Really. Like I'm on top of that mint mountain from that childhood commercial. So glad to have that over with. NOW I can write that next post about ANYTHING. Reminds me of a story I heard once about the number three. Maybe twice. It's a magic number you know. Three. Yeah, I like magic. Endless silk handkerchief mobius strips. Bunnies. Dust.
Apologies Plato, to you and to the Universe's Second Blog Post Ideal......