Infineight

Is it here already?

I have that feeling so frequently.

It’s one of the main reasons I meditate.

That and the weight loss. Ha ha.

Is it here already?

Five o’clock.

Sunday.

August.

August really has a is it here already feeling to me.

The end of the summer.

That marks the beginning of the end of the year.

And yet.

August also has a feeling of infinity to it.

The 8.

The ∞.

The beautiful infinite 8.

I love infinity.

I know that may be weird to say.

But the idea of infinity which I just can’t comprehend.

It’s relaxing.

I don’t have to even try to understand it.

Because it’s incomprehensible.

I fell in love with infinity when I lived in the desert.

One day I noticed I was using my index finger

To trace an infinity sign on my thumb.

Hunh.

I started noticing I was doing it a lot.

I wasn’t thinking about infinity.

I was just doing this finger tracing thing.

It almost felt like the Cosmic Spirit was talking to me.

Hey Beth, what about infinity.

Think about that.

Wake up!

Ok ok ok!

I opened up to infinity,

I learned this.

The sun makes an infinity sign in the sky every year.

You can’t see it with your naked eye.

You need time lapse photography to actually see it.

The sun makes an infinity sign in the sky every year.

It’s called an analemma.

From the Greek for support.

Maybe meaning this.

What is immeasurable.

Infinite.

Supports what is measurable.

I think that’s maybe the idea.

What is measurable is in need of support.

What is immeasurable needs no support.

This time in the desert was when

I was developing the show that would become

100% Happy 88% of the Time.

I fell in love with 88.

Double infinity.

There can be no such thing.

Infinity is undoubleable.

And right about then I began to sing.

And Mitch and I wrote The Change Song.

And I learned that the piano has 88 keys.

The thing that struck me about singing

Was that it is all about the vowels.

Vowels are infinite.

Comedy is all about consonants.

Constants.

The constant and the infinite.

The whole alphabet of life.

The two loops of the ∞.

Sometimes lately it feels like not enough.

Is that the end of the alphabet already?

Like there is a bigness.

A moreness.

August holds that possibility.

The long days.

The heat.

The sun.

The simultaneous limit and unlimitedness.

The 8.

The ∞.

And we try to put those two loops together for you every Sunday.

Be with us this week. 8/7. At UnCabaret.

Infinitely Yours,

xox Your Sunday Girl xo

Beth