Nothing comes from nothing,
Nothing ever could.
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good.
–Rodgers and Hammerstein/Something Good
There’s this really annoying song that’s been entrenched in my brain for several days. I don’t know about most people, but to me that’s a lot like the voice of God speaking directly into my ear.
Ear worm-voice of God Potayto-potahto. Wait, that isn’t Rodgers and Hammerstein, it’s George and Ira Gershwin. Is it mixing metaphors to use one song reference to describe another? Oh, this is getting complicated.
No matter how I describe it, the point is that I really do think that ear worms are my personal equivalent of a message from God. Moses had fiery visions. Joseph Smith had magic rocks. Some people hear a voice answering their prayers. I don’t believe in a god, and I don’t hear voices, but I do have music in my head, and a lot of times there is a reason a specific song gets stuck in there.
It’s a message. Call it God, or call it my subconscious mind, but it’s a message.
Except when it’s Abba. Then it’s just annoying.
So what does it mean? Hell if I know. I’m no soothsayer. Where’s Joseph and his prognosticating rainbow jacket when I need him?
On a superficial level, I suppose it’s true that nothing comes from nothing. To get a plant, you need a seed. To gain acceptance, you have to be tolerant yourself. To love yourself , you have to forgive others. To get, you always have to give. Seems like that’s true. The happiest people I know seem to be the ones who are the most giving. The most generous in spirit. The ones who seem to share naturally.
Nothing comes from nothing…you need a catalyst. Internal or external. A bit of a spark. Like a spark moves a piston that turns an axle that moves a car? And where does the spark come from?
At some point wasn’t there nothing?
Does everything come from nothing?
Nothing comes from nothing, but I am definitely going nowhere with this…
Sleepy brains do not reason well.
Or maybe I will be stuck with this song until the message is clear…
And for those of you who keep track of such things, it’s the Carrie Underwood version. Because whatever it is who controls the message appears to dislike me intensely. Shut up. I know it’s me.