I was hoping to post some pictures of goo but for some reason I am unable to. You will just have to use your mind's eye to depict the many ideas of goo that might exist. Start with mac n cheese. Move on to Jello. Then think pudding, tapioca-style. Then there are the end of the world scenarios that involve evil goo that is made of self-replicating nano-bots. The grey goo goes out of control and takes over everything, gladhands itself into every crevice, halting life and normal movements. Then there is the paint goo, the substance of excitement, subject to pseudo-control by the indoctrinated willing hands of painters. The goo is the mess of reality staining itself onto flat grounds. The goo says hi in many forms and is so insolent at times, but innocent, always, you must remember, its failings are your failings, if you are seeking to use it. Useful goo. There is also the goo of insides that I will not mention, for I am feeling too fragile physically. Ok maybe I will mention some: your brain is probably gooey, your organs, if you are lucky, are pulsing and sticky. To me these goos are metaphorically and causally related. The pudding is the wonder of my neurochemistry, I am sure. My paints are like self-replicating goo-bots: sometimes purposeful, sometimes haywire.
I am signing off, sort of. Must attend to the details of life that have gone unattended to. I cannot be more specific.