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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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Wonderful video & message for all ages – Because you annoy have this lifetime and can only go around once – Don’t waste it – Live it….
But I digress, being a motorcycle rider. Having worn out 7…. Actually worn out ..
Man, that hit home pretty hard.
And the timing is amazing- I just finished a full rebuild on my carb just 2 days ago, and popped it back on my Fatboy, which is now running smooth as silk. Of course, I had to immediately “road test” it and put some serious mileage on it.
Running perfect, perfect roads, scenery, weather, and time of year for it. Even better- most of the bugs & critters aren’t out in full yet. And there’s no helmet law here.
Even though each ride tends to remind me of all my riding brothers and sisters who have passed away over the years, every single ride is always better than the last one, and probably always will be. There’s no better therapy on Earth than a long ride on a smooth road, on a bike that you know every nut and bolt of.
Old saying- “You never, ever see a Harley-Davidson in the parking lot of a Psychiatrist or Psychologist’s office. Unless it belongs to the Doctor.”
Make mine a goldwing…3 wheeler.
FWIW– Robert Pirsig on why he enjoyed motorcycling, and his appreciation of Japanese “hogs.” It’s a short video (under 5 minutes) that includes clips of him on the open road:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_8Rqd1E7Y0
We should all just live this way from now on.
Thank you, PA Cat. I enjoyed watching that. I’m probably the only person here who hasn’t even sat on a motorcycle. I was introduced to them by my older brother, though. He got on one once and found out how to stop by heading into a barbed wire fence. Or “bobed-war fence” as we said back in Texas. Always thought they’d be a hoot though, and I understand the draw.
I taught US History to Middle Schoolers in Oklahoma City for 15 years. I showed this video to every class. There was seldom a dry eye in the class. At some level all those 13 year olds got it.
I am now almost 68 years old. I lost two friends this year, one to Goddamn—I am using this word correctly—diabetes, the other to Goddamn cancer. If they were still here maybe we would motorcycle around the US.
Even though I have solo backpacked in Central and South America for 35 years, have bikepacked with tent and stove and Smith & Wesson for thousands of miles, and still do those things, I can feel the cold hand of biology. She is a relentless bitch, red in tooth and claw. She can be slowed down, but not stopped. Someday my body will just say no. No complaints here, just an observation.
Deus vult.
As said above, yeah that hits home with me too. Really would rather go out having fun, than sitting waiting for the grim reaper. Gonna happen no matter what, might as well be happy and laugh while you can.
Another great read, thank you so much for this blog. It is a treasure, and always hits my old soul just right.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Thank you Gerard for this. I laughed aloud and loudly when the one gentleman slammed his fist on the table and shouted “Let’s Ride Motorcycles!”
Death comes for each of us. We should not live in fear, but as a movie and philosopher once said, suck the marrow out of life.
Speed and freedom figured large today for the Lovely ☺️ Mrs. and I, as we went to IMS for the last day of Practice before Indy 500 qualifying. The idiot mayor of Indianapolis wants us to mask 😷 up and social distance.
95% of attendees (including us) said “Forget that! We’re going to enjoy the sunshine and fast cars sans masks.” People are tired of cowering, and want to live life. 👍🏻
For 30+ years, I have been honored to help boys become men in the Boy Scouts. I cannot do the 50-mile hike on the PCT anymore, but I can still lead canoe trips. This year for the first time I get to lead a group of girls on their first canoe trip where I have introduced more than 100 people to the wilderness.
Showing others my favorite place is similar to the senior men in the video. It keeps me sorta young even though at 75 I can feel the miles start to add up.
But I have miles to go before I rest. Miles to go.
More humanity packed in those 3 minutes than anything I’ve seen in a long,long time.
Thanks for the road trip,gentlemen.
It does get’cha all misty.
I’ve logged my share of motorcycle miles. I’ve done five coast-to-coast runs by five different routes, including three trips to Sturgis. And I never wore a helmet except when forced by law. But I’m done with motorcycles. I have taxed the patience of my Guardian Angels far too many times.
And speaking of Pirsig, my first bike was a 305 Honda like the one he rode in “Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”. I later had a BMW similar to the one his pal had, only I had the sport model, R69S. In 1973, I found myself on that BMW in the middle of Death Valley as the day was getting very late, and (of all things) a heavy rain was starting to fall. I pulled into the first campground I saw. There were two motorcycles parked at a campsite, and two guys who were setting up a tent. One of the guys had a 305 Honda. Sure, it was cool with them if I parked there…
Anyway, I spent that night with my sleeping bag in the public restroom. Sometimes just staying dry is a good break.
JWM
Sweet Jane:
“And there’s even some evil mothers
Well, they’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
…..
And that life is just to die”
well, fuck them
Great video. Strong message in a small package. Really appreciate your posting this.
may they pass while there’s still a free China.