Moje pesme,moji snovi: Vrt ljubavi

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Vrt ljubavi

Videh u vrtu ljubavi
Što nikad ne videh na svom putu
Sjajnu crkvicu podignutu
Tamo gde nekad igrah na travi.

Na crkvici behu vrata čvrsta,
Nad njima ,,Ne čini'', napisano,
Pa skrenuh vrtu ljubavi, tamo
Gde beše cveće najlepših vrsta,

I mesto cveća videh bele
Nadgrobne ploče, i, u crnini
Popove što kružeći po grobnoj tmini
Trnje stavljaju na moje želje.

*Viljem Blejk

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Moje pesme, moji snovi

Ok, well this was my thought: 50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there's, like, two million people on the planet. Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet, right? Now, if we all have our own, like, individual, unique soul, right, where do they all come from? You know, are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls? 'Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is, like, a blip in the Earth's time. You know, so at best we're like these tiny fractions of people, you know, walking... I mean, is that why we're so scattered? You know, is that why we're all so specialized?