We are not alone on the Earth, we just don’t know how to communicate with the others. Yet.
[HT: The Sailor]
We are not alone on the Earth, we just don’t know how to communicate with the others. Yet.
[HT: The Sailor]
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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OK, it was a bit mushy woushy but I do have to admit my eyes misted up a bit.
Years ago I spent around a month down on Rarotonga and in the waters, no whale tales but I could pretty much place where she was.
whale gots back
Thanks GVL. That’s a wonderful vid. Deeply needed and greatly appreciated. I have a young grand daughter who wants to become a Marine Biologist and it’s right down her alley so I forwarded it to her.
Please, more of this sort of thing. One story like this is the antidote for whole day of current events.
JWM
DITTO jwm here.
If you haven’t yet read it, Gerard, I think you’d heartily enjoy Ursula Le Guin’s story “The Author of the Acacia Seeds.” It’s simultaneously imaginative, graceful, and oddly touching.
“Long are the tunnels. Longer is the untunneled. No tunnel reaches the end of the untunneled. The untunneled goes on farther than we can go in ten days [i.e., forever]. Praise!”
Highly recommend “My Octopus Teacher” documentary on Netflix.
Trailer here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEIDwdlrjyo