On the left rail, prayer; on the right rail, emerging history. At the vanishing-point they meet - maybe. The reality-train travels the track straddling both sides and steams over the vanishing-point where the rails remain apart, equidistant.
The engine-driver, shovelling coal, is not thinking of these things but of home - and dinner. Carriages full of passive passengers pass over the same spot blissfully unaware. What happens, happens. What doesn’t, doesn’t.
Those who want a war in Iran, ought to look At the people in the street, shopping laughing a good time is had. Millions of them will be killed and maimed by war is as idiotic as it is senseless and solves nothing. Other than giving more power to the Saudis and the elephant in the room which tactfully not mention. I ask Europe not to give in to” a coalition of the willing” you Plant bombs, kill people on others behalf And call it democracy. If you do the retribution will be endless
What will they think of us when they read about us? About the wars we engaged in over governments and creeds Or the lies we’re told in the auspices of things to come When we lost our humanity under pretentious greed
Will they weep for us when they study our history? When we destroyed Mother Earth to live beyond our means Because one day she will rise against us and take it back And upon our ruins a new society will realize their dreams
When will we ever learn the true meaning of harmony? That the original particle still runs in you as...