Hey DAD! I Think I Finally Figured Out How We Live / Die / Live!

Holy Schmoly.

Maybe I should wait for the pot to wear off but right now I think I figured out how to easily imagine string theory.

The way I see it, we move through our lives in the exact same way a coin spirals down and around a shopping mall’s convex plastic funnel in well placed poor people donation scams.

That’s why it seems like not a hail of a lot is happening at the end of life for most folks. Lotsa spinning in place and not much going anywhere.

But without fail, every coin no matter who drops it skates inevitably through the gully spout and straight into the next phase of the All Encompassing Donation Scam. (AEDS)

Which would be the Sorting and Counting process often talked about by major religions.

Then Chop – Chop, it’s right back to the funnels.

No wonder life can make a person dizzy.

Thank you, dad.

Barry out.

Mike & The Mechanics – The Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talkin’ in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

So Don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

Say it loud, say it clear
Say it loud
Don’t give up
Don’t give in
And don’t know what you can do next

Lyrics courtesy: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/the-living-years-lyrics-mike-the-mechanics/8ce2eb3aead254df48256960002aa7b9