Sunday, September 08, 2019

2615 : Struggle with something precious

I have been struggling with someone precious in my life. To him, all I would say is.....we all drift, unless we take the effort. And when you have drifted miles away, we are almost in different suns.....the more I think, we are like Rama from Arthur Clarke. Drifting and rudderless.  We are now each at the mercy of gravity (which in our case might be death).

Love the melancholy of how Dire Straits puts it in.

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die

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