My Music Journal 2025: October 9, 2025

 

Thursday, October 9, 2025

Time: 6:45 PM
Song:  Daddy Sang Bass
Artist: Glen Campbell
Mode of Consumption: Listing to album “O Happy Day” by Glen Campbell

Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5y23DOte8uEyPvLa2oNJX4?si=d551b88c3f414210

The warnings on the side of the boxes said “Human Blood. Do not keep in extreme temperatures.” 

I wondered if that was a warning against heat or cold. Can you freeze blood? Does it lose its kick, get freezer burn, if you will? 

I was on the table as I received the second and final return of the “Power Red” process. I am a universal donor, so when I donate, I do the “Power Red” process which entails drawing the blood, separating the red blood cells and returning the rest of the plasma and saline back into my blood stream. 

It comes back at room temperature, so a stream of cool blood flows throughout the body upon return, and I usually get a faint metallic taste in my mouth. “Power Red” donations tend to go directly to emergency rooms.

It’s interesting to think about my blood going out in the world. I don’t have children, so I guess this little gift is one way for me to pass my life out into the world. I’ve done it awhile, so it’s likely, my blood kept someone alive, and it’s possible that person went on to have children of their own. So, I guess that’s a bit of immortality for my DNA. 

I hear this song about an hour after donating blood, and I wonder if there really are spirits floating around some throne singing to some God that apparently needs sang to. 

I generally don’t think so. The entire kingdom and throne imagery never worked for me. It’s too human of an image in a space devoid of humans. Perhaps there are lights or a great light, like a great bug zapper, that attracts our spirts to it. 

I do wish that when I go, that’ll I’ll be reunited with loved ones. We’ll be together again. This time forever. 

But, I generally don’t think so. 

Does an essence of me continue on? I hope so. 

Will that essence be judged by the sins of my mortal flesh? The part of me that seeks justice wants that to be the case. My sense though is that very few of us would stand up well to that judgement if the sins outlined in religious texts hold true. 

I’ve always liked the idea of reincarnation. That when my eyes close on this life, they will open in another. Not that I’ll really know it. Is that how works? It’s a neat idea, but probably not.