Excites

Your success excites my envy.

Your see-through dress really excites me.

Every word spoken excites its contradiction.

Where is your honey that excites the bees, Pyragy?

Do what excites you.

"It's cold, isn't it? With it being this cold, you'd want to go into hibernation, wouldn't you?" "Eh, the colder weather excites me. I'd rather sleep through the summer."

What excites you about medicine in general?

Whoever excites wasps has only to blame himself.

The briefest mention of camping excites him.

I label Rod, a bicyclist at the Lulu Island café, a spiritual "eclectic," this morning on the 22nd of August of 2022. He is a slim older white man. He talks to me, whilst I munch on salted vinegar potato chips with iced black tea, beside a favourite Spanish-language sci-fi book, Crónicas de Majipur, by Robert Silverberg. Rod believes that there is "one God," but I say that God could be either singular or plural, as number is a limitation on God. I wonder if he is a "pantheist" or "panpsychist," who believes that there is, at some level, the divine or the mind, respectively, in everybody and everything, even a "pillow." The terminology excites him. He shows me a video describing the complex Aztec calendar on his smartphone. The presentation is full of Aztec, aka Nahuatl, words, which he mistakes for "Mayan." I tell him that in ancient Mexico, the Aztecs were more like the Japanese, whilst the Maya were more like the Chinese. I utter some words presented in Nahuatl. He does not look too surprised that I know how to pronounce. We both have visited Mexico before.