September song

 
 
 
 
 
 Oh, it's a long, long while
From May to December
But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
When the autumn weather
Turn leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game.
Oh the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
I'll spend with you.
Oh the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
I'll spend with you.
 
 
Willie Nelson

Circle of life

 
 
 
"Circle Of Life"

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done

Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give

In the circle of life
It's the wheel of fortune
It's the leap of faith
It's the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life

Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars

There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round


Elton John
 

Ett naivistiskt drag

 
 
Filosoferna är ofta som små barn som först med blyertspenna klottrar några streck på ett papper
och sedan frågar den vuxne
"Vad är det här?"
Detta skedde så: den vuxne man hade ofta tecknat något för barnet och sagt
" det är en man"
"det är ett hus"
Och nu ritar också barnet streck och frågar
"Vad är det H Ä R "
 
Ett naivistiskt drag i filosofin enligt Ludwig Wittgenstein.