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FiftyFive ~ # 17
It snowed again last night and it is easy to dismiss it all as too much - and yet to do so is to deny the beauty of it. And it has other benefits too - like how great it is to be snug, nestled deep inside a duvet. A heatwave in Australia right now gives off the opposite vibe - dying for breathe and water and a little breeze. Perhaps if they were all to blow some of their air our way and we theirs we could strike up a balance. In fact if we all blew kisses it would be all the better. It could be a new peace movement - "BKWP - blow kisses for world peace" if everyone blew a kiss at the same time it would be like Alice's Restaurant (remember that song - Arlo Guthrie) - though it is likely they would be hijacked on the way. That's life! And it has ever been thus - in some ways Being Icarus is about that too (yes still on that theme) for Icarus expects too and the world turns on an axis of conflict - its that basic human trait, a selfish gene where we push the right of our own cause to survive, succeed, dominate and so on. And still it snows and in other places the sun shines relentlessly and Icarus is up there about to fall under the weight of all the blown kisses he has been collecting over the centuries - what a lucky boy he is to have caught so many - meanwhile Daddy Daedalus sneaks off to the pub or to hide under his own duvet, unaware or uncaring, not knowing the BKWP is a movement that is already taking flight. And talking about Alice - everyone my age used to know this off by heart - I can still play the guitar part but if you have twenty-minutes let the the poor sound quality take you back to my teenage years:
It snowed again last night and it is easy to dismiss it all as too much - and yet to do so is to deny the beauty of it. And it has other benefits too - like how great it is to be snug, nestled deep inside a duvet. A heatwave in Australia right now gives off the opposite vibe - dying for breathe and water and a little breeze. Perhaps if they were all to blow some of their air our way and we theirs we could strike up a balance. In fact if we all blew kisses it would be all the better. It could be a new peace movement - "BKWP - blow kisses for world peace" if everyone blew a kiss at the same time it would be like Alice's Restaurant (remember that song - Arlo Guthrie) - though it is likely they would be hijacked on the way. That's life! And it has ever been thus - in some ways Being Icarus is about that too (yes still on that theme) for Icarus expects too and the world turns on an axis of conflict - its that basic human trait, a selfish gene where we push the right of our own cause to survive, succeed, dominate and so on. And still it snows and in other places the sun shines relentlessly and Icarus is up there about to fall under the weight of all the blown kisses he has been collecting over the centuries - what a lucky boy he is to have caught so many - meanwhile Daddy Daedalus sneaks off to the pub or to hide under his own duvet, unaware or uncaring, not knowing the BKWP is a movement that is already taking flight. And talking about Alice - everyone my age used to know this off by heart - I can still play the guitar part but if you have twenty-minutes let the the poor sound quality take you back to my teenage years:
