Adele Sebastian - Daydreamer
pressed in 1978
i got some time
skipping through my mind
i've gone, no work
and i'm feeling fine
i'm looking back
on my yesterdays
i've made brand new plans just to fit my ways
a lazy afternoon in the sunshine
dreaming of a world - - - and birds are singing
music in the air is on my mind
wondering what
a world of love and laughter would be into
got no worries
i've got a song i'm singing
to-day there is no hurry
taking my time daydreaming
why don't you come with me and we'll see
what it's like to be free...
Curiosity will only you get you so far, yet coupled with intrepidness, patterns begin to form. Plot out the products of nine and you will see distinct shapes emerge. These shapes appear as slopes and dips or peaks and valleys, so to speak and appear in line and according to multiplication. The first products that line, apex and mirror are 45 and 54. The line then valleys at 90, apexes again at 144 dips to 180 picks up and crests at 189, 198 and slowly builds to 234, 243. The strange thing is that the last two numbers of every product mirror each other up and down every slope. So, 648 going up is 684 coming down. Looking ahead, 909 starts up the line which whirlpools at 990 with 999 being the first to climb out to 1044 which slides down to 1062 which is a mirror of 1026. The line of number nine is nostalgic.
Following the multiplied trail of the life of nines, one will never see an actual decrease in total slope but always an ever increasing movement of elation. Albeit elatedly with a few dips, when the numbers decide to reminisce and look back to where they've been to remind and affirm themselves that yes, it has always been for the best. Numbers are tricky things. Cats know this secret and slide in joyful step to the amor fati of the number 9.
'But a cat can't eat a bone or any solid food on a polished surface. When a cat takes a bone off a plate and puts it down on the carpet before eating it, she's told she's dirty. But the cat needs to hold it down with her paw while she crunches and tears it and she can only do it on bare earth or on a carpet. People don't know that.'
Amazed, Camille broke in: 'And how do you know?'
He had never asked himself that and got out of it by a joke: 'Hush! It's because I'm extremely intelligent. Don't tell a soul. M. Veuillet hasn't a notion of it.'
He taught her all the ways and habits of the cat, like a foreign language over-rich in subtle shades of meaning. In spite of himself, he spoke with emphatic authority as he taught. Camille observed him narrowly and asked him any number of questions which he answered unreservedly.
- Colette (cut)
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