* atypical

 this morning, i woke up at 3:30-ish -- and decided to get up.  it's a sunday, and i did one of my "do whatever the heck you want by doing what most can't/won't" mantra.

in the office, i watched some videos referring to wicked 2, for good (the movie).  that experience led me to bobbi benton & the life & times of hugh hefner and the playboy mansion.

in general...

men want sex (and love), and women want security.
women are love (when they give birth).

yes, it's a little more complicated than that. 

after popping a hazy little thing from sierra nevada, i sat in the living-room recliner and watched the purple-moon-butterfly relaxation youtube video (that's on 24-7) while doing what i always do: i contemplate life and death. 

while hugh heffner had the 'ultimate' situation, was he happy?  now that he is dead, does anyone really care?  even if someone visits your grave, how much time do they spend...

how much time do you spend, caring about those who are dead?  does it really matter, how many people attend your funeral?  really?

life (in the final analysis) is lived in the mind.  
one car crash could end it, today. 

the only thing that matters is what is in your head: thoughts, ideas, memories, experiences.  the way to experience more of that is to exercise, eat right, listen actively, care and contemplate.

did he just say "care"?

some people care about you in regard to how much you care about them.  some people think about you more when you seem to not care, so much.

nowadays, most just watch tv, play video games, and eat.

having children seems to give people's lives meaning.  dogs are some people's closest companions.  it is hard to say -- what the typical human experience is.

all i can say is... i'm happy to be having this one.

right Here, right Now.  
i just might be contemplating you!