Buechner - yellow leaves

“Remember too that life is very good,
And that to live is better than to die,”
And all in all I’d say so still, though sixty-
Six is not so sure as sweet sixteen
What life and death are all about.
Suppose
We lose less, dying, than we find.
Who knows?
Life’s good, for sure, but would we choose to live
Forever if we could? Or might that seem
Like twilight never deepening into dark,
Like never calling it a day, and letting
Go, and lying down to sleep.
“Life should
Be wondered at,” I said, “not understood,”
As if I thought there was a choice, then said,
“Remember love,” as if we might forget.

The National - Fireproof

You keep a lot of secrets.
And I keep none.
Wish I could go back.
And keep some.

You're Fireproof
Nothing breaks your heart
You're Fireproof
It's just the way you are

Yum.

Tears

You never know what may cause tears. 

The sight of the Atlantic ocean can do it sometimes: or a piece of music; or a face you’ve never even seen before; a pair of somebody’s old shoes can do it; almost any movie made before the great sadness that came over the world after the second world war; a horse cantering across a meadow; the high school basketball team running out onto the gym floor at the start of a game.

You can never be sure, but of this you can be sure: whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention.

They are not only telling you something about the secret of who you are, but more often than not, God* is speaking to you through them of the mystery of where you’ve come from, and is summoning to where, if your soul is to be saved, you should perhaps go to next.

 - Frederick Buechner

*For the record, I don't believe in God in the sense of a man (or woman) in the sky.  I think that throughout history, humans have used religion to explain the seemingly unexplainable.  River gods make the water run. Sun Gods make the crops grow. And finally, a God that gives us hope of life after death to take away our fear that this life of ours has no meaning beyond the years that we live it. But I am open to God as a symbol of the concept of the mystery we yearn to understand.

Ane Brun - Lamento della Ninfa

Ane Brun creates a new genre : Baroque and roll.

Bitch - don't kill my vibe

Jamison Inc just entered the club, tooth pick in mouth, cocktail in hand, fur coat and sunglasses on. If you need me, I'll be up the back near the dance floor, slouched in my booth, nodding along.