‘Nothing is absolute
Frida Kahlo
Everything changes
Everything moves
Everything revolves
Everything flies
And goes away.
I am that clumsy human
Always loving
Loving
Loving.
And loving.
And never,
Leaving.’

‘Nothing is absolute
Frida Kahlo
Everything changes
Everything moves
Everything revolves
Everything flies
And goes away.
I am that clumsy human
Always loving
Loving
Loving.
And loving.
And never,
Leaving.’

Little darlin
It's been a long cold
Lonely winter...
Here comes the sun
It's alright
~John, Paul, George & Ringo

'Bright young women
Ready to stand
Ready to know
What the people know
Ask them my questions
And get some answers
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?
Love to explore
That shore up above
Wandering free
Wish I could be
Part of your world'
~Ariel, 1989. (C) Disney
Part of that world, by Jodi Benson

…and thanks for all the fish
Douglas Adams

But not as we know it
Unknown

One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies, given time; plenty of time; but time is the thing that [we have] plenty of.
Ursula K. Le Guin

"The morning kindles
Cold pallid skyline
Wind biting
Delicious chill
Pond, shining like copper."
- Dead Souls, by Nikolai Gogol, p.271
"But the agreeable lady
Found nothing to say.
She only knew how to be
Disturbed
But she lacked
The where-withal to form
Any clear hypothesis
And for that reason
She was in need
More than others of
Tender friendship and counsel."
- Dead Souls, by Nikolai Gogol, p.222.
'I can't do the talk
like they talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song
like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything
but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything
except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you
and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat
and bad company
All I do is kiss you
through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you
any time'
Lyrics by Mark Knopfler
The opening scene and theme
Of Four Weddings and a Funeral
Say the most indelicate word
In such a proper way
To convey intense feelings
For somebody or thing
Fear of missing out on love
The act of not giving in
Perhaps this word invades my mind
In such a proper way of late
Simply because frustration of
No other words to say
When someone has captured completely
All senses pervading with
The delight in submitting willingly
To the plight of love's great gift