Okay, so what does The Universe care if I go see Jolie Holland in concert?
Nothing. That’s what.
But all the same, there I’ll be going. On October 11th I’ll be front and center and I couldn’t be more jacked. I mean this is effing Jolie Holland we’re talking about here! Ghost Waltz. Goodbye California. Littlest Birds. (Sorry, but I’m a sucker for Catalpa…best CD like ever.)
So what role did The Universe play in my stumbling across the tour date? Maybe I’ve been busking Ghost Waltz enough that I disturbed a quantum field and then my role in observing reality changed just a fraction allowing me to slide imperceptibly into a different Universe that found me on the internet seeing the tour listing that I was heretofore unable to see. Blocked by a previous view obscured by quantum particles that shifted my perception.
Or not.
See, maybe the vast Universe is just an environment that we all inhabit and we walk around and decide what we want to do and what we don’t want to do. Maybe we make choices and do stuff just because we’ve got to do stuff because time keeps moving and stuff happens each and every second. We live. We react. Fucking Uranus has nothing to do with it.
Or maybe it does.
If so, then thanks Uranus, ‘cause I’m gonna have a helluva good time October 11!
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