William Blake's profound painting of God with a compass drawing a circle.
31.10.10
28.10.10
To All The Lonely People
I want to thank my Dad who introduced me to this song back when I was still in school.
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
~ The Beatles (Eleanor Rigby)
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Muse,
Nostalgia,
Thoughts
24.10.10
A Thing We Just Gotta Do
I know its a trending issue nowadays: all the environmental crisis going on right now. Probably people are even tired of hearing about it. But it is indeed a major problem and everyone will face its consequences sooner or later. So like it or not I'm going to talk a bit about The Crisis.
It is all a question of being sensible. Only our senses can help us fight this 21st century global crisis. Solving a problem of this mammoth proportion is beyond the power of a single individual. Each of us has to contribute our little best to save this place we call HOME. The solution can only be achieved by a global connected effort, involving the Governments and the citizens of all the nations. That being said, the actions at the individual level of everyday people are still very crucial, probably the most important. The only way I believe to tackle this problem is to break it into manageable bits. People can start by reducing their carbon footprints as much as possible. Park your cars and dust off those old bicycles, take long walks and enjoy what nature has to offer. After all this is our home, our only HOME.
17.10.10
10.10.10
10-10-10
Today is 10-10-10, the 10th day of the 10th month of the 10th year of the 21st century. Some have even named it the 'Global Binary Day'. This leads us to only one question: 'Are we finally ready for change?'
Frankly speaking I don't know the answer. I look at the number 101010 and I see a picture. The world is spinning faster than ever. Let us hope that all deeds targeted for 10-10-10 be done.
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