usually metaphors and analogies flow from me with only the pause of a semi-solid chunk in a long stream of mental diarrhea
(& yes i *very* much enjoyed crafting that one)
but today the best i can come up with is that it's akin to a loudspeaker; emanating an infinite number of frequencies at the same time.
one can choose to "listen" only to the frequencies that give them pleasure; and indeed there are frequencies so high that one will never hear them with the aid of any device, and so low that they're not heard, but *felt*.
however, every frequency is a stimulus, and elicits a response (whether it's "heard" or not), and i appreciate the sadness i'm experiencing right now, because it throws the things i have to be happy about into much sharper contrast.
a 35mph wind in my face
a fat bowl w/ friends i'm sure i can trust
a day off work wherein i wake up at 3pm (heh)
i think people know what they've given to and done for me; but making a list invites (nah, ensures) the possibility of omission. so thank you, you know who you are.