I am closer to believing Than I ever was before On the crest of this elation Must I crash upon the shore And with the driftwood of acquaintance Light the fire to love once more I am wind blown…I am times.
To be closer to believing To be just a breath away On the death of inspiration I would buy back yesterday But there’s no crueller illusion There’s no sharper coin to pay As I reach out… It slips away
From the opium of custom to the ledges of extremes Don’t believe it till you’ve held it Life is seldom what it seems But lay your heart upon the table And in the shuffling of dreams Remember who on earth you are
I need me You need you We want us
But of course you know I love you Or what else am I here for Only you not face to face But side by side for evermore And I need to be here with you For without you what am I Just another fool out searching For some heaven in the sky Take me closer to believing Take me forward lead me on Through collision and confusion While there’s life beneath the sun You are the reason I continue So near for so long So close yet so far away
I need me You need you We want us to live forever Don’t let the curtain fall Measure after measure Of writing on the wall That burns so brightly It blinds us all
I need me You need you We want us to be together On Sundays in the rain Closer than forever Against or with the grain To ride the storms of love again
So be closer to believing Though your world is torn apart For a moment changes all things And to end is but to start And if your journey’s unrewarded May your God lift up your heart You are windblown But you are mine…..
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
–Edgar Allan Poe
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Oh! So, confirmed right?
(Interview with Greg Lake from Hit Parader, 1974)
I have to end the year by thanking all of you who like and reboot and respond to my obsessions. You truly saved my sanity this year. And thank you all for helping me to further understand the amazing diversity that exists in our world. My students, friends and colleagues will all benefit from what I’ve learned about neurodoversity and sexuality. This is such a brave and welcoming community, and I wish you all a very happy, and healthy New Year.
For purely selfish reasons, here’s some pics of the boys that made my year sparkle:
I rediscovered Jack! I listened to him constantly in college and spent this summer re-obsessing.
ELP. I’ve loved them for more years than I’d care to admit to. This is the year they really became part of my DNA.
They all look so happy here. Their silly goofyness makes my heart happy.
Carl. He is utterly beautiful here. My lord.
This is a favorite picture for so many reasons. They both look beautiful. Greg is just so heartbreakingly sweet, and he’s got a huge pupper in his lap.
Keith. In white. Smoldering. No other explanation needed.
Finally, my heart. The loss is still a fresh open wound.
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The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms, was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean, then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him.
“It is incredible … a-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a ‘mother’,” ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge of Lafarge Park , said.
“After it was swept away and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately , it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together,” the ecologist added. “The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it followed its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother,” Kahumbu added.
“The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years,” he explained.
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