25 Jan 2009
Use your mind.
Sometimes we echo newspaper headlines to be accepted in a group. Be careful to keep knowledge of reality. Weigh truth on your hand. Lightly, with wonderment and respect. You can dash it to the ground, or just let it slip off carelessly, or treasure it.
Every good boy deserves favour, for all children enchant.
Good God, there’s an orchestra playing in my head! (Ah - I’ve got my headphones on.)
My hip hurts. Never fall off a ladder. Never fall - off a ladder, in love, under a spell, from grace... There’s always at least a bruise, and sometimes it gets worse with age.
My ankles itch like crazy. Dry skin, or wrong wash powder. ‘Scratch my back’ we say. I literally used to for a partner - there was a spot low down that needed a good doing over now and then. Then she ended up doing me over and is now just an itch in my mind. Life’s a circle, eh?
Or maybe it’s a string (or a superstring)? I guess DNA is a string - so life literally is a string! I wonder if it’s tuned? Is that why music exists? The harmonic resonances resonate with our DNA? It’s not the music of the spheres but of the string... And though we're tied to our past, as our lives unravel we're pulled forwards...
Take more time, listen more carefully, and filter out the noise for the real music of life. It is there. I can hear this orchestra... in my head...
Sometimes we echo newspaper headlines to be accepted in a group. Be careful to keep knowledge of reality. Weigh truth on your hand. Lightly, with wonderment and respect. You can dash it to the ground, or just let it slip off carelessly, or treasure it.
Every good boy deserves favour, for all children enchant.
Good God, there’s an orchestra playing in my head! (Ah - I’ve got my headphones on.)
My hip hurts. Never fall off a ladder. Never fall - off a ladder, in love, under a spell, from grace... There’s always at least a bruise, and sometimes it gets worse with age.
My ankles itch like crazy. Dry skin, or wrong wash powder. ‘Scratch my back’ we say. I literally used to for a partner - there was a spot low down that needed a good doing over now and then. Then she ended up doing me over and is now just an itch in my mind. Life’s a circle, eh?
Or maybe it’s a string (or a superstring)? I guess DNA is a string - so life literally is a string! I wonder if it’s tuned? Is that why music exists? The harmonic resonances resonate with our DNA? It’s not the music of the spheres but of the string... And though we're tied to our past, as our lives unravel we're pulled forwards...
Take more time, listen more carefully, and filter out the noise for the real music of life. It is there. I can hear this orchestra... in my head...
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