Quote of the day

Sign of the Times

“Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify, simplify!”  Henry David Thoreau

Strong opinions ahead:

I’m not much a fan of excessive consumerism or materialism so it saddens me to see those shallow isms displayed on the news all over on Black Friday.

Where are we as a society that we must camp out away from our “loved ones” on Thanksgiving or before so we can buy the latest disposable trinket for a lowered price?  Why do people willingly stand in line for hours, sometimes in the cold, to drink the poisoned Kool-Aid?  Why have we allowed avarice (one of the Seven Deadly Sins) to rule the season that is supposed to be humble and holy?

Is there really a need to see holiday displays as early as August at various stores?  What is wrong with just living one day at a time and enjoying the moment?  Why do we have to rush, rush, rush?  As a society, we do not seem to show much appreciation for what we already have because we are too busy thinking of what is the next thing that we cannot really live without. 

How can such a large herd be so lost?  

Sleepless nights

Sleepless, or simply.....restless


“O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Natures Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightend Thee, That Thou No More Wilt Weigh my Eye-Lids Down And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?”   ― William Shakespeare

Random caffeinated thoughts...

Snow Patrol - Called Out In The Dark

"Called Out In The Dark"

It's like we just can't help ourselves
'Cause we don't know how to back down
We were called out to the streets
We were called in to the towns

And how the heavens, they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain washed histories
Well they do not need to be told

Show me now, show me the arms aloft
Every eye trained on a different star
This magic
This drunken semaphore
And I

We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life
This is your time

We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life
This is your time

I was called out in the dark
By a choir of beautiful cheats
And as the kids took back the parks
You and I were left with the streets

Show me now, show me the arms aloft
Every eye trained on a different star
This magic
This drunken semaphore
And I

We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life
This is your time