Glass Sculpture by Costas Varotsos. Amazing!
Well, it ain’t Mount Fuji!
YES, Lieven is back!
“The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart’s best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others’ sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come “
Whoever dreamt up the notion that anyone can own a part of Mother Earth must be a very delusional individual indeed! Let me get this straight, this planet of ours has been around for billions of years and some human, whom Earth might see as a very temporary nuisance only, wants to claim a part of her? If you are a believer, then the maximum that you could state is that this world “belongs” to God and was given to use on loan, to treat with respect, which seems an impossibility to most people.
I distinctly remember my mother saying, after I’d categorically stated that such and such were MY toys, that I should share. When I was a child I spake as a child. But now, that I am an adult, I have gotten very serious indeed about these, my childish notions!
If you believe in Nature then you will probably subscribe to the notion that we humans are just another one of the species inhabiting this clump of clay and that we will possibly be succeeded by another species, who will prove to be less destructive and more adaptable.
Most people work their whole lives to pay off a mortgage(mort means dead in French, a deal till the death, in other words) on a place that their children(if they have any) will probably fight over and/or piss away in no time. And all this for the illusion of security? What is so “real” about this estate then? How many families have been able to hang on to “their” plot of land for generations? If they have done so, it was probably through force and exploitation of other ‘lesser’ beings, whose duty it was to serve them!?
And what about the mere notion of possession in and of itself? What can one man or woman really possess, come to think of it? Even our own bodies are temporary vessels, that we MUST at some time relinquish. Isn’t death the greatest equaliser of all? Why do we bother to amass so-called property that can go into other hands at the drop of a hat? It can get stolen, one could go bankrupt and we must all die. Would you take them all with you, like pharaoh? A fat lot of good they will be to you in the afterlife, I’m sure!
But why do we think that bricks and mortar are so special? It is just a roof over our heads, if you really consider it. Or do you consider it your home? Is not your home, where your heart lies? What if your loved ones where all to leave to some other abode? Would you not follow them? Sharing seems to be more sensible to this dimwit, but few people will subscribe to that point of view, I am certain! The world economy would collapse… Oh, what a pity!
Stop reading, go to sleep, for tomorrow you must get up to earn another dollar to pay the taxman and the bills! What a life, hey? I just wish it could be otherwise! What did old John sing: “Nothing to kill or die for… and all that..” That was just a dream, John! They call us weird, John! Maybe we are?