There’s a line in the song where a stranger pulls an empty chair beside the bed. It’s three in the morning, that hour when the things you’ve managed to avoid all day start making themselves comfortable.

He brings an unsettling proposition: you’ll live this life again. The whole thing. The broken cup, the unanswered call, the clumsy kiss. You’ll return to the moments you treasure and the ones you still rehearse in your head, trying to find the sentence you should have said.

And you won’t get to change the ending.

That’s the thought at the centre of Again, Exactly This, an alternative rock song I made with Suno around Nietzsche’s idea of eternal recurrence.

The life you’d have to repeat

Imagine having to live your life again, exactly as it happened, an endless number of times.

Spend a moment with that before trying to answer it.

I suspect most of us would start editing. We’d agree to another run if we could fix a few things first. Make the call. Leave sooner. Stay longer. Stop ourselves halfway through the sentence that damaged something we loved.

I recognise that impulse. There’s a better version of my life I can visit in my imagination, populated by better decisions and conversations in which I somehow know everything I learned afterwards. I can spend a lot of time there. It’s a comfortable place to be wise.

Eternal recurrence closes that particular escape route. The life on offer is the one you’ve actually lived.

The song brings that down to the scale of a room. A coat beside the door. Someone laughing with their mouth full. These are small things, but when you imagine losing them, they acquire weight. They belong to the same life as the regret. You can’t reach into the sequence and lift them out without disturbing everything around them.

That’s where the question starts getting difficult.

A yes that catches in the throat

I wanted the song to resist an easy reconciliation.

There’s something troubling about the speed with which we turn suffering into a lesson. Give it enough distance and we start arranging it into a story about growth. Sometimes that story helps. Sometimes we use it to cover something that still hurts.

So the bridge pushes back:

Don’t tell me pain was worth the price
I know the names of those I miss.

Those lines matter to me. I don’t want the song to pretend that grief becomes acceptable once we find a philosophical frame big enough to contain it. The people we miss remain people we miss. We still want them sitting in the room.

And yet the question remains: can you love this life while knowing what it contains?

The final chorus reaches for a yes, but the voice shakes. That feels closer to the difficulty of the thought. There’s fear inside the affirmation. There are things the singer would still change if changing them were possible.

The yes costs something.

Giving the thought a body

Alternative rock felt like the right place to put this question. It has room for the close, uneasy voice and the moment when that voice needs distortion behind it. A thought can sit beside your bed in the verse and become something you have to sing through in the chorus.

Repetition does some of the philosophical work, too. The same words return, carrying the pressure of what has happened between them. By the final chorus, “again” has travelled a long way from the stranger’s first announcement.

Making the song became another way of spending time with the idea. Music gives a thought duration. You have to breathe through it. You hear yourself returning to the same line and discover that you’re answering it differently.

I’m left thinking about the ordinary life we keep treating as a rough draft.

The cup on the table. The person we haven’t called. The evening we’re halfway through.

If this came round again, exactly like this, how much of it would I have been here for?

He reminisces about a 1972 famous football team, and makes no apology for not kissing the posters on his wall.

He eventually remembers the magnificent Miss Kidman and wonders about his first love, Alison a fine girl who may not have noticed his sandals were never done up.

To visit moments from Italy and to learn of loving unconditionally  make his evening's walk a podcast where the clock is running and a time to think freely.

A search for some bits and pieces and thingymajigs in the loft is where it all began.

He tells us of what he can and can't recall, and the emptiness he felt the year that Frank Sinatra passed.

He wasn't always the gorgeous innocent little cherub he has become, and he knows what a distance the tightrope walkers travel.

When he struggles to see the good, a little help from the opticians has always been there.

Today when he walks he looks for a great place to sit and think of yesterdays and the tomorrows. He's a fortunate soul and he is grateful for his "family".

1. Focus
2. Freedom
3. Feedback
4. Optimal Challenge

I was thinking about the concept of Flow on my wisdom walk the other day.

We travel back to 1990 and beyond and hear of two mathematicians.

Fast forward and we discuss relationships, honesty, and a cold beer to bring about a lovely change. The "1 from 3" methodology may help us look forward to the future as long as we stay hungry and keep our eyes wide open.

On the other side, you have those who push for a reduced emphasis on work and more emphasis on the things they believe are more important like family, friends, and more leisure time to pursue that which feeds the soul.

And somewhere in between, there’s a balance. Or is there?

Show Notes

1. The E-Myth by  Michael E. Gerber
2. Why lack of sleep is bad for your health
3. Sleep
4. Lack of sleep blights education
5. Me and God we be mates.
6. Raising Boys by Steve Biddulph
7. The meaning of life
8. What will work-life balance look like after the pandemic
9. Little Soul and the Sun by Neale Donald Walsch 
10. Arete
11. Does life have a purpose?

The Playlist

Is it a game that we should play? Does it help us when we blame others, and more importantly does it help us when we blame ourselves?

He thinks back to a pair of movies with "heroes" to help their character's loved ones. Mr. De Niro and Mr. Williams are enlightening in this regard. 

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Schoolboy memories of playing football and not wanting to play the piano leads to a good recollection of Kay Brophy.

He's not yet fluent in Mandarin but offers the wisdom of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh.

And it had to do with time.

I don't know about you, but my mind seems to surf time continually. One moment I'm present, the next moment I'm somewhere in the past or I jump to the future (I'm like a mental Doctor Who).

Sometimes I'm in the past, present, and future at the same time (work that one out).

Anyway, in this particular instance, I found myself about 28 years in the past. I was remembering a friend I haven't seen since our Infantry Officers Basic Course. And it occurred to me that in the present, I only know this person as they were in the past.

Then I suddenly became aware that I know "myself" - the "I" that is "me" as seen through the filter of a past "self." (as I write this, I'm beginning to wonder if there was something in those eggs 😂))

OK, I'll stop there, otherwise, this intro is going to end up being longer than the actual audio I'm sharing with you. 😳

Have a listen. 

I'm curious to know, what timeframe your "I" is locked in.