I love the word doodle. I so enjoy words that have double letters. It goes along with my double number love as well. Such as 11, 22, 66, but my all time love is eight. However, you will not see me use 88. No, no you will see 8∞. Eights always float into infinity for me. Love me some ∞! 
Today’s Google Doodle was this fabulous piece.
Which of course, led me into a search of the grand artist. I meandered onto Why is Google honoring Gustav Klimt with a golden doodle? Then, leading me to clicking on this Google Doodles you’ll never see. And absolutely leading me to a page that I frequent when I get into my image seeking, and desire to repeat the word Doodle, loop. Doodles
I find great pleasure in discovering new information, being reminded of old special interests, and sealing my eyes upon such interesting doodles. I went to Wiki to see what I could find about the word doodle – I found this inticing.
The word doodle first appeared in the early 17th century to mean a fool or simpleton.[1] It may derive from the German Dudeltopf or Dudeldop, meaning simpleton or noodle (literally “nightcap”).[1]
NOODLE! A doodle, a google, a boogle, a woogle, a zoogle, a yoogle…
I am saying “Dudeltopf” repeatedly now. So what about Gustav Klimt? Well he is an interesting fellow. www.iklimt.com
Oh, a fun word Jurisprudence, speaking of fun words Biocentrism is a fun word too. What else is quite entertaining? A Theory of Everything? (!!!)
How about an Elegant Universe? Want to know more about Brian Greene, here you go Brian Greene Professor of Physics & Mathematics, Columbia University
I know, I know I am all over the place. I had to let some of this out. My brain is taking over my fingers and not filtering anything! Ha!
So um, I just listened to this Omnia - Alive with lyrics. Fascinating indeed, indeed. Woooo! Didgeridoo…
A Song of Enchantment
A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.
Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go;
No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen
Under the thick-thatched branches green.
Twilight came: silence came:
The planet of Evening’s silver flame;
By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with drops of dew.
But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,
Ages and ages have fallen on me -
On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.
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Here I go ending with more fun.
Yellow waves all around us
I know we have to share the so amazing trip we gonna do
Don’t be afraid all day, I stay with you
