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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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Gerard, thank you for the fertilizer with which to help cultivate, as the gentleman speaking notes must be done daily, this day.
Yes, Gerard, more more more please. Is there any more? I could spend my whole life (what’s left of it) listening and being inspired…..
Cryogenics, I hear they have had some success.
excellent – my thanks
Beautiful! Thank you!
You’re too much man. That was fabulous.
Every night I thank…whomever, for the gift I was given. Every morning I do the same for getting another chance to put my feet on the ground. It’s so beautiful here on earth. I’ll miss it but for now, you haven’t caught me sitting in front of a TV for 30 years-except when there’s a Grand Slam! Hell no one is perfect, who needs that?
Open your heart to the world, to your fellow man, to your fellow human beings.
The cost of growing older, is to grow more cynical, less trusting in others. You’ve been betrayed, you’ve been hurt by someone else, by many others, by the world. You’re not going to be taken advantage of again, I’m not that naive. Won’t get fooled again!
Yet, to open your heart to the world and to each other, is to truly live. It is just today, that’s all we have. Next week is just a promise, and last week is just a memory. Close your heart to the world, and begin dying inside.
“Go, thoughts, on wings of gold.
Go, settle on slopes and hills of Earth
where warm and soft and fragrant are
the breezes of our sweet land of birth.”
h/t Giuseppe Verdi’s opera ‘Nabucco’
Most excellent as always.
Wonderful
Gerard — that young RFD girl I was trying to describe to you? You found her — she’s at the beginning of the video. Something more “beautiful-er.”