Conclusions, theories, and ramblings.

Bitter Vessels

You have traveled a twisted path,

But I see who you really are;

Bold and strong, you wear your shield,

Protecting the ruins you value dear.

But there's no glory child in holding on,

To a long ago painful past you seem too need;

You're just a bitter vessel in the end,

A lonely man with nothing to give.

Yes, it must be so damn sad,

Living in your tainted world;

Why don't you draw the shield aside,

And let some of the light shine in.

Now your standing at your crossroads,

The world has finally bet you down;

You have come to lay your head to rest,

Your taste for grief, exhausted now.

You sit praying outside my fortress walls,

Throwing down your sword and shield;

Your only need is the home I built,

Out of stone that was once your ruins.

Your weary journey is finally through,

So come seek your shelter in my arms;

There is nothing that can harm you now,

You've found salvation in my paradise.

I see you now as the man I knew,

Bold and strong, you wear your heart;

An open vessel filled with love,

Protecting the fortress where you now dwell.

"Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are?

We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move.

You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel?

You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children."

Pablo Casals (1876-1973)