340: “Mercy, Mercy, Mercy” by Cannonball Adderley

Uncle Funk, a self-made man, first faced adversity when he shot out his daddy’s tubes and had to struggle his wiggly little ass onto that elusive egg.

And if just one little wiggle hadn’t happened exactly like it did, I’d be a whole different man with entirely different words to say to himself.

Those wiggles I wiggled were the first of an infinite number of transactions that brought us to this point in the kaleidoscopic infinity of alternatives.

I’m here. You’re also here.

Hi.

You and I… well, we’re still wiggling by instinct toward some unknown end, but we wigglers are growing more scarce.

People ain’t wiggling much anymore… Like they’re not trying to get anywhere.

Adversity these days is to keep wiggling when we’re all alone, where the distance between worlds is still measured in tiny efforts.

Go on and get you somewhere. You ain’t alone.

(You’re just tiny, and going against the flow in a self-made craft, through a sea of decisions that aren’t your own, and sometimes need to be reminded you can make it.)

Song: Mercy, Mercy, Mercy
Artist: Cannonball Adderley
Album: Jazz Profiles: Cannonball Adderley
Label: Blue Note