“Touch”
Today we’ll send over 300 billion e-mails and 19 billion text messages.
Yet we’ll still feel alone…
The average person will say 2,250 words to 7.4 other individuals.
Will these words be used to hurt or to heal?
There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate.
It says the god have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people whose lives we’re destined to touch.
This thread may stretch or tangle, but it’ll never break.
An unshared life is not living.
He who shares does not lessen, but greatens, his life.
Lost in Time - Whitley
We’re coming up we’re building speed,
We walk along through endless greed,
We walk along through endless night,
And suddenly it’s all about to change,
And all I could have been,
And all I would have been,
Was lost in time.
- You are the only person I can trust. You have no alliances, to our side or theirs. I’m telling you this because I need you to deliver a message.
You must go to the other side and tell them that I’m not their enemy. Whoever is behind this is a threat to us all.
- I was wrong about you. You are not the man I thought you were.
- You are exactly the man I thought you would be.
(Walternate and Peter Bishop - “Back to Where You’ve Never Been”)
Ho Hey - The Lumineers
I was born… TO RUN
We all have different parts to play.
And we must all be allowed to play them.
…asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Brother Sam believed light can keep darkness at bay.
But I wonder if darkness is defined by light.
If so, darkness can’t exist on it’s own. There must, by definition, be light somewhere, waiting to be found.
-Life’s an experiment.
You have to find out where you belong, you have to find your own place in this world.
-But, shouldn’t I know where that is by now?
-Not necessarily…
