Karo, Piyobupt and Pacusi

Whether I do something, whether I do nothing, time still passes... — Koji Yamamura

Life without them is unthinkable

Don't smoke, drink only occasionally, no dependence on
prescription pills, legal or illegal drug and any kind of wild grown weeds...

But I get high on music, art and nature. Emotionally high, very high indeed. Say, a magnificent sunset at English Bay, Van Gogh's Café Terrasse, Chopin's Nocturne in C-sharp Minor.

Not only breathless, goosebumps, so are free flowing tears. I have no control of them.

I love Ingmar Bergman's films, crazy about Opera, completely wild about Mozart, so you can imagine when I saw Ingmar Bergman's 1975 film on Mozart's opera The Magic Flute.

Here's a Chagall's vision. In wisdom and beauty forever abound!

Of Glory in the Flower

What happen, to the girl you want to hold her hands? What become to the place, where you saw her standing there? Yet she loves you but Michelle become a grandmother Eleanor Rigby is in nursing home Blackbird had flew to Norwegian Wood John was gun down in 1980, George also gone in 2001. Ringo sang when I'm 64 in 2004, Sir Paul followed him 2 years later. Marcel Proust Remembrance all things past. John Donne asked, Where all pass years are? It is no use to hear the mermaids singing. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...

The Pain of the Falling Trees

Twenty meters of trees front after that was clear cut Ask McGuinty, Harris or the previous one or the one before previous one What had they done? Other side was a lake painted by the group of seven, were eight, not seven Hollowing... the trees were asking each other the wind said, I don't have a answer I was racing on the map no cars before and no cars after prehistorical solitude hunt me down run rabbit run!

The Last Lizard

The lizard wakes up and finds he's the
last lizard alive. His family and friends
are all gone. Those he didn't like, those
who picked on him in school are also
gone. The lizard is all alone. He
misses his family and friends. Even his
enemies. It's better being with your
enemies than being alone. That's what
he thought. Staring at the sunset, he thinks:
What is the point in living, if I don't have
anyone to talk to? But even that thought
doesn't mean anything when you're the last lizard.
— Yukio Mishima, 三島 由紀夫, 1925-1970

We Only Live Once

How do you plan to live it? 

What kind of person you want to be? 

Fearless Spontaneous Curious Intriguing Daring... New job New friends New adventure New plan... Sunrise Sunset Nothing is New When the sun come up we see the ambition the wealth the fame seem like a everlasting view more money more houses more titles more cars more clothes more shoes more diamond meetings after openings after parties after balls... Tokyo in the morning Beijing at evening Munich the next What for? When the sun go down you realize that all you really need are good health family friends work you love to do and some basic things a warm bed some clothes some food That's All.

You Must Believe In Spring

Because it is the garden. What is left to us.

Because silence is not silence without sound.

Because you have let the cat out, and then in, and then out,

and then in, and then out, and then in, and then

out, and then in, and then out, and then in,

enough.

Because otherwise their precision at the blue line would

mean nothing.

Because otherwise death would mean nothing.

Because the light says so.

Because a human being can gladly eat only so much cabbage

Because the pockets of your overcoat need mending.

Because it's easy not to.

Because your sweaters smell.

Because Gregory of Nazianzen said geometry has no place in

mourning, by which he meant despair presumes toc

much.

Because it ain't over 'til it's over. - Hank Aaron, Jackie

Robinson. Satchel Paige.

Because Kant was wrong, and Socrates, Descartes and all the

rest. Because it is the body thinking and Newt

Gingrich would like you not to.

Because the signs are not wrong: you are here.

Because I love you. Or you love someone. Because someone

is loved.

Because under the sun, everything is new.

Because the wet snow in the trees is clotted light.

Because in 1841 it took six cords of wood to get through a

winter in one room at Harvard and two-thirds

of Maine used to be open country as a result.

Because sleeping is not death.

Because although an asshole was practising his Elvis Presley

imitation, full voice, Sunday morning, April 23rd

at Spectacle Lake Provincial Park, the winter wrer

simply moved 200 yards down the trail.

Because the wren's voice is moss in sunlight, because it is

a stream in sunlight over stones.

Because Beethoven titled the sonata.

I mean: would Bill Evans and Frank Morgan lie to you?

Because even sorrow has a source.

For, though it cannot fly, the heart is an excellent clamberer.