I eat a healthy diet. I do not overeat. I do not stress eat. I do not have a particularly sweet tooth.
Lately I’ve noticed a small increase in my cookie eating. Not a big increase, just a few more at a time. Small but noticeable.
It may be these times. Things are stranger than usual, probably stranger than they have been in a long, long time. All signs are that things may be getting stranger soon and for a while.
Oreos don’t correct or solve any of the strangeness. But as we look forward to things getting a lot less strange, a little more chocolate, a little more sweetness, can go a long way.
Maya Maya All this world is but a play Be thou the joyful player
Maya by The Incredible String Band
The dust of the rivers does murmur and weep Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone Ah, but every face within your face does show Going gladly now to give himself his own
And twelve yellow willows shall fellow the shallows Small waves and thunder be my pillow Upon the gleaming water two swans that swim And every place shall be my native home
The east gate like a fortress dissolve it away The west gate like a prison O come break it down Island I remember living here Wandering beneath the empty skies
In time her hair grew long and swept the ground And seven blackbirds carried it out behind It bore the holy imprint of her mind As green-foot slow she moved among the seasons
The great man, the great man, historians his memory Artists his senses, thinkers his brain Labourers his growth Explorers his limbs And soldiers his death each second And mystics his rebirth each second Businessmen his nervous system No-hustle men his stomach Astrologers his balance Lovers his loins His skin it is all patchy But soon will reach one glowing hue God is his soul Infinity his goal The mystery his source And civilisation he leaves behind Opinions are his fingernails See upcoming pop shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Greatest Friend The Incredible String Band Ducks on a Pond The Incredible String Band A Very Cellular Song The Incredible String Band Maya Maya All this world is but a play Be thou the joyful player
The wanderer no sense does make His eyes being tied in the true love’s knot The trees perceive his song Do not detain him long
Dear little animal dark-eyed and small Caring for your fur with pointed paws This hawk of truth is swift and flies with a still cry A small sweetmeat to the eyes of night
O dandelion be thou thine Reflecting the sun in sexual glory In ever-changing tongues The ever-changing story
The book, man, bird, woman, serpent, sea, sun Blessed O blessed are they of the air Your eyes, they are the eyes of the glad land Ye twelve that will enter the seasons
The great ship, the ship of the world Long time sailing Mariners, mariners, gather your skills Jesus and Hitler and Richard the Lion Heart Three kings and Moses and Queen Cleopatra The Cobbler, the maiden The mender and the maker The sickener and the twitcher And the glad undertaker The shepherd of willows The harper and the archer All sat down in one boat together Troubled voyage in calm weather
Maya Maya All this world is but a play Be thou the joyful player
Bob Schwartz 