MySpace is Love

There is a song 'Addicted to Love' that comes to mind when I get on
MySpace with you. I bounce around from Space to Space like an
intergalactic nomad, never staying in one universe too long...just
enough to take some love and give some love.

What else is it that we are here for but this give and take, this
know and be known? It doesn't take long to fall in love a 1000 times
each day, a spark ignited by some flame of genious in everyone
whether musical, literary, drop-dead gorgeous, homely, creative, or a
total bore...it just doesn't matter. We show up. With whatever skills
we have to create what we can create we show up and connect. We connect.

There is no excuse for anyone with an internet connection to ever
feel alone again. I am here. You are here and it is now that
communication is.

There is so much love on MySpace I can barely stand it. It is
bursting with love like helium balloon, like, like a pregnant woman
about to give birth and we are, all of us, giving to birth to life,
to love in this Space. We tend to it like a child. We refine and play
and teach and learn like children. Dare I say that MySpace could very
well be our Heaven on Earth.

I have been addicted to it like that. So many incredible people that
I never dreamed could have existed are at my fingertips and as I
write this I can feel each person I have visited like you are doing
the typing for me, guiding my keystrokes as I watch in awe of what
pours through me from you. We are one in this MySpace space. It is no
wonder that addiction happens frequently here. Love is addictive,
creativity and expression are addictive. The pulse that runs through
your veins is just like mine and I am addicted to the circulation
running through us all. Molecules orbiting around each other like
lovers on a cosmic journey through all time.

MySpace is Love.