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lipslikecherries

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  1. I only have eyes for you - The Flamingos
  2. That's wonderful Charles J. White! I wish others were as compassionate as yourself.
  3. Watermelon and pineapple. The watermelon is plenty watery but not quite sweet enough. The pineapple is fingerlickingly perfect!
  4. Come fly with me - Frank Sinatra
  5. “For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow. Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother. So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” - Herman Hesse I found that interesting and insightful. I'm glad this thread is here so I could post it somewhere!
  6. It seems the deceased are usually looked at as though they were greater than they actually were (not to diminish his greatness). Even more so if they die young. It is only human nature to miss a one-of-a-kind someone or something that you will never see or hear again. Or possibly this is because it enables certain people to make money off their image and work. I think in Hendrix's case it is the 'what could have been' factor.
  7. Charles J. White, what kind and compassionate thing to do! What a beautiful heart you must have! I'm sure that person's belly thanks you, and as a fellow human being, I thank you!
  8. I had my night snack a couple hours ago: A bowl of raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, honey dew and pineapple. So sweet, so juicy, so yummmmmmy! :D
  9. Great pictures Scylla! I love the first one. He is a beautiful man!
  10. Oh okay! I will check that out. Thank you aen27!
  11. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xtfazXu45U
  12. That was beautiful! Thank you for posting it Charles J. White! Nice arrangement, and a very nice voice. You can tell he understands what that song is about.
  13. I don't think I have had back pain before and I can't think of what it was that I did to cause it. So thank you very much for your advice! I'll try that.
  14. It sounds like you have a very exciting and fulfilling life geekfreak! I have been to a Holocaust Museum before. It is very sad. I have also met a survivor of Auschwitz. He was a pre-teen at the time. His little brother was shot to death shortly after arriving at the concentration camp. His work in the camp was pulling gold teeth or retrieving any thing of value off the deceased bodies. Very sad. I wept a lot for him. I had a very bad day today. The last couple hours have been filled with feelings of hurt, anxiety, worry. Tears of unhappiness and tears of joy! And this is what I am deeply thinking about: It doesn't matter how hard we try to avoid unhappiness, bad stuff, evil, it always creeps it ways in. It's like this stuff knows when you're happy and it sticks to you and tries to suck all the happiness right out of you! But instead of giving into it I fight harder for happiness! I want love and happiness and understanding dang it! There is nothing more valuable in this life in my mind.
  15. I understood his post Plantpothead.
  16. Oh very cool! Thank you asian girl! And what is Cookie's Led Zeppelin News twitter page?
  17. Yes I'm certain the cat was fine. I would have seen if it wasn't! Very weird!
  18. Are you talking to me? If you are then yes!
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