BEDA 28 - Time flies...

... but does the world really change? This picture is from 1964 and was taken near the village where my ancestors come from. If you go there now, it looks quite the same. Fields, forests, people going to church on Sundays. Time is a human invention, not one of the physical world. We invented time to bring order to our lives, to explain why things change.

In old greece, they said "panta rhei". Which basically means that nothing ever is the same. Even if it might seem like it.

But underneath all that change that's going on all the time. Everywhere. With everyone....

... everything really stays the same in the bigger context. Life is like an ellipse. Like a frequence. Like a wavering pulse of energy. It might change, but the essence stays the same. And in the end... it's the essence of life that counts, right?

My head is spinning, so I won't try to dive into that topic any further. Take care and enjoy the last few days of blog every day April ;)

Lyrics of the day are so sad and beautiful - it's a true emo pleasure ;)

There’s a light bulb dangling from string

It’s slowly swaying up over my head now

As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung

And wait for my headache to numb

And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing

And the moon’s just a torn fingernail

As the TV flickers and hums by the wall

And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So

It’s so damn slow

So, So, So

It’s so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition

And the old folks circle their graves

And the young ones are busy destroying their names

And you’re still just wasting away.

I sit and watch the screen for a message

Some kinda sign that says we’re OK

But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off

And wait for my conscience to break.

So, So, So

It’s so damn slow

So, So, So

It’s so damn slow

I hope you’re learning to listen

And I hope you’re learning to stay

And I hope you find what you’re missing

And I hope that you’re making you’re way

I’m a headcase if I don’t keep moving

And my head hurts if I don’t sit still

It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching

It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill

So