I know, we're supposed to be shiny happy people getting over things in about twenty minutes, after a short period of thought.
I guess I'm old fashioned.
Yeah, morning. Morning.
I always have liked Richie Havens. My mom turned me on to him.
oh, and an aside? Those of you here who hate me, could you please, just for a moment, consider the possibility that I'm having a hard time too?
I don't want to hate any of you.
We're all dealing with a lot of hard stuff.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. -Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.