A Song Which Reflects Your Opinion On The Weather.
The weather, in today's category, is a metaphor. It could have been anything beyond our control; chicken little's non-upcoming apocalypse, solidly proven quantum factoids, the flowering myth of world-wide social equality—anything at all—I just chose weather because it's global (omnipresent), powerful (omnipotent), and everyone has an opinion about it (omnipinint). (Not to be confused with omnipaninint...the burgeoning trend of selling every sandwich on earth with grill lines.)
Feels Like Heaven by Urban Cookie Collective is my metaphorical answer.
But wait.
Why then, does my answer seem meteorological in nature?
I thought that would be obvious from the tone, young grasshopper.
Whether you're too vain to understand metaphors or your brain can only interpret all the information your senses send to it in such an extremely straightforward manner that you're unable to (free your mind) stop fixating on the weathervane, the answer is still the same.
There is no spoon.
It's never just a foot massage.
When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble, give a whistle.
Day 29: A Favorite Talk Song
Feels Like Heaven by Urban Cookie Collective is my metaphorical answer.
But wait.
Why then, does my answer seem meteorological in nature?
I thought that would be obvious from the tone, young grasshopper.
Whether you're too vain to understand metaphors or your brain can only interpret all the information your senses send to it in such an extremely straightforward manner that you're unable to (free your mind) stop fixating on the weathervane, the answer is still the same.
There is no spoon.
It's never just a foot massage.
When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble, give a whistle.
Day 29: A Favorite Talk Song
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