My Amasing Randomness
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Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
Its sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.”
Life moves pretty fast. If you dont stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
Winnie the Pooh
Poohs Little Instruction Book
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
Winnie the Pooh
And by and by Christopher Robin came to an end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldnt stop.
Winnie the Pooh
You make good points, though I still maintain that it wouldnt be the best idea to have the residential area in segments a or b. The cost to maintain the residential area equals the benefit; it would be moot. Also, it wouldnt be necessarily prudent.
His concerts are like church revivals without the hypocrisy. I was 16 when my friend died of leukemia. My family was away that weekend so I was alone. The first night I was so distraught–I was thinking suicide, if only to get away from the heart ache. I couldnt watch TV or be with friends who didnt understand. So finally I put Born to Run on the record player, pressed repeat, and played that album over and over and over. All night, all day. The music, that wall of sound, dense, rushing, breathless, held me, kept me from thinking about the fecklessness of God, kept me alive. Because listening to the passion of that album I had to accept that in a world of sorrow, there is also a world of intense joy–and hope. Five years later my father died, during “The River Tour”. I went to those concerts as many times as I could, and again, Bruce held me. On 9/11, my brother in-law lost his four best friends. I lost the city of my childhood. And again, there was Bruce playing his simple “City of Ruins” for the telethon. I live in New Orleans, and again, Bruce made our post-Katrina world bearable. He is like Woody Guthrie or Bob Dylan. He speaks for those who cant find the words to speak for themselves. And for those of us who can speak, he supplies the music, if not the sound of the heart, then the sound the heart needs to hear.