A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.~ Carl Sandburg
It isn’t because King Neptune cannot hear us or is asleep, Papa. It is because Voodoo Voodoo wakes us up.
~ Kelly Lane
Awake is the new sleep.
~ Ben Lee
Awareness is both subjective and slippery. How many times have we driven to a destination and upon having arrived, have no recollection of how we got there?
We travel through life geographically, chronologically, but we also travel through life perceptually. Depending on individual perceptions, a person’s ability to alter or shift their perceptions based on expanding knowledge and increasing experiences can either be a miraculous wonder in itself, achingly bittersweet, or paralyzing and horrific.
One can look at Littlewood’s theories and surmise that his ideas murder the very principle of the miraculous. Or, one can see Littlewood’s game as not only amusing but a virtual guarantee of experiencing more miracles every year—what good news!
Perhaps if we want to see more of anything all that is required of us is to open our eyes. Our awareness, our awakeness lends vibrancy to the mundane. Voodoo, voodoo may not just be a chant for more waves then, but a chant for more of anything. And while the actual numbers, the quantity, or the occurrence of what we chant for will not alter simply because we willed it so, the incidence of our noticing it will.
