Memorial Day
This is the memorial of my generation, decorated with the sun.
The last wars have not granite memorials, but remembrance in the heart.
Posted by Hathor at 9:19 AM 2 comments
Labels: Holiday, Memorial Day
White House: Bin Laden wanted Iraq as a new base.
If bin Laden had been caught, Bush wouldn't have had to look into a looking glass to help him decide to make war..
Posted by Hathor at 7:21 AM 1 comments
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair)
Flow it, Show it;
Long as God can grow it, My Hair!
Chorus: Hair from the musical Hair
H/T ResurrectionSong
Posted by Hathor at 8:10 PM 4 comments
Labels: Bigotry
I remember watching Cosmos: A Personal Voyage and Carl Sagan speaking about the destruction of the World and one of the places he visited was
Even though there is a debate over evolution, there is the sense among many people that they are different than the ancients. They have moved closer to angels. Their knowledge is almost perfect, they are closer to
Since the tragedy of September 11, 2001; it is has become common for the angels to discuss their superior civilization, culture, religion and ethics. Since there is no understanding of the enemy and fear; others who do may not consider themselves angels, accept the angel’s knowledge as fact. The fear of others; any others has taken over their psyche. This knowledge has thrown a veil of safety in loathing and not on terrorism. Racism, Social Darwinism, and Eugenics are the new ideas of the 21st century.
Would it be possible to humble the angels with the knowledge of the ancients?
Posted by Hathor at 7:23 PM 4 comments
Labels: Africa, My Philosophy, Political
Cambry plays Chopin's Scherzo No.2
I have my son to thank for the intro.
Posted by Hathor at 7:46 PM 3 comments
Labels: Music
Can someone tell me how does one reach my blog this way?
images.google.com/imgres?imqurl='image url'='my url'
How does the search start? These images are on my blog.
This may be very simple, but it eludes me.
Posted by Hathor at 6:30 PM 4 comments
Labels: Personal, Technology
No denying now; I am an old soul. One of a few, that are in a wired universe of youthful exuberance and blissful ignorance.