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Like Oliver Selling the Sky
SSar's Beast
morbane
Tomorrow morning I will wake up singing.

When my shiny new alarm clock rings,

drat broken alarm clock - woke up today - swore - set a new record of time between waking and leaving the house, any house - ran to the bus - got it - barely - succeeded in reaching work 3 minutes late - grah

and I flip it into one of its alternate universes and the streetlight shines on everything grey:
I will wake up singing.

This is not a promise, it is a will, and shall be fulfilled after one death of sleep. Tomorrow morning I will wake up singing. I will have forgotten to polish up my bike and may have some trouble with gears going over the ridge to Newtown, but I believe I will giggle to myself in between breaths -
(there will just be that much air to go around) - I will be floating like ET.

Believe me, in a sleep's lift, things change, but tomorrow, this desire to sing at the top of my lungs (and terrorise my flatmates)

Grant and Sam come into room - continuing their conversation - Grant flops on the other mattress on SSar's floor - SSar says 'I love you guys!' and dives at Sam - Grant makes alarmed and scuffling sounds - SSar turns around - there is a Grant-sized lump under the mattress

- this desire will still be here. I will wake up smiling in the present of a memory.

Gold is coming today. And Green will soon afterwards return. Robert Frost was obviously very wrong about nature's hues. And Silver will salute the end of day.

All within one dwelling, and the Wizard of Ozymandias.

Hurrah for SSar!
SSar is blessed beyond all measure!
SSar has had One Month of the Wizard of Ozymandias! (exactly, now..)
SSar has the return of her people!
and
SSar is not intentionally writing a poem.
But happiness doesn't always need normal punctuation.

Really, I am so lyrically happy. Happiness burst upon me after that last phone call. And that trip to see Danni, while parading a parachute.

I am so happy that I keep having to refer to God, like a necessary imaginary number, because there has to be someone to thank and offer praise to. That must seem very strange to believers - using God like a tool, a function. Or it may seem even stranger to nonbelievers. But it's just so much easier to be grateful. And this happiness is so great and so wide it seems impossible to be grateful simply to people.

Perhaps everyone knows what I mean.

Also, too, it seems almost a little unfair to place dependence for happiness upon mere other people. Embarrassing, a kind of burden.

Please, please do. Understand me! This so brilliant happiness must be shared. It's like the song I know, from the Oliver Twist Musical, in which he sings to sell the sky, and says it will only be preserved if someone buys it. I always wonder why he can't simply keep it himself, why there has to be a transaction. Well, be made joyous by my joy so that the joy can last longer.

I still don't know whether the Muse-inner-self is alive or dead, not since May when I killed her. And I haven't finished most of my housework for today. And I am officially poor. Of course, nothing except perhaps the trials of my friends could make me un-celebratory right now. I want to cherish this. I want to remember and feel this happy again. This is the most glorious feeling.

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according to Nostradamus, 2006 is the year of peace. Happiness? Maybe :)

I'm really happy to see you in this way.

heh hope you don't mind that I read the link, but

'I am so happy that I keep having to refer to God, like a necessary imaginary number, because there has to be someone to thank and offer praise to. That must seem very strange to believers - using God like a tool, a function. Or it may seem even stranger to nonbelievers. But it's just so much easier to be grateful. And this happiness is so great and so wide it seems impossible to be grateful simply to people.'

I totally get this feeling sometimes! If something really good or terrible happens in the world, it can be uplifting/comforting to address prayers to the big Spaghetti Monster in the sky. Maybe it's the result of being raised in a theist society, maybe a penchant for anthropomorphising the world around us is a human evolutionary thing, still the urge is there...
Very nicely put :)

Thank you. It's just so! Normally I don't believe in God, but there are some things for which a greater power is a much better way of thinking about things. (Note I didn't say a much better *explanation*.) Perhaps it's just a way of dealing with things which we intuitively know are just so much bigger than us - whether that be on a scale of significance or truth or power or duration it doesn't really matter.

And why would I mind you reading what's in my journal? I have you friended, I believe.

I'm really ecstatic to hear you are happy.
there's this quote from Candide where someone says that they don't pray to God to ask him for things they pray to thank him. It reminded me of what you said, even though you never really said that.
Aw heck. I'll just go get my quote book.
"We don't pray," said the venerable sage. "We have nothing to ask of God: He's given us everything we need. We constantly thank him."

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