Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did. — Lillian Hellman, An Unfinished Woman (1969)
Lost on a painted sky Where the clouds the are hung For the poets eye. — Neil Diamond, Jonathan Livingstone Seagull This tune just came up on the iPod. An old, old favourite, and too good not to share 😊 Image: By Elaine with Grey Cats (Flickr: Owens Valley Clouds) [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia…
Anyone who sits on top of the largest hydrogen-oxygen fueled system in the world, knowing they’re going to light the bottom, and doesn’t get a little worried, does not fully understand the situation. — John Young, after being asked if he was nervous about making the first Space Shuttle flight in 1981. Sadly prophetic. The image…
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see — ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas A favourite of mine, from forty years ago now. I just love the image of a Kansas wheat field and storm, too, I am…
It’s easier to put on slippers than to carpet the whole world.
When you go home, tell them of us and say
For your tomorrow, we gave our today.
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
is one who, when he is bought, will stay bought.
To hatch a crow, a black rainbow Bent in emptiness over emptiness But flying. Ted Hughes, Crow (1970) Image: By Iain Wanless (Flickr: Crow in flight) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons