Yesterday I saw my friends, they were laughing I asked them what was so funny.
They said they figured out who the Phantom Of the Opera should have been. I asked who and they said ...Bob Dylan. They said he would have been a scary phantom and they said Penny would have screamed when he took off his mask.
I ask you what is in a face? Don't get me wrong I'll be the first one to say I don't think Bob Dylan is the most handsome man alive. And I don't apprectate his singing but have you ever stopped to read the words he has written to his songs? You can see him you can see his heart. Where on the other hand someone like Josh Groban is one of my favorite people to hear sing, but in his songs you see so little of him of his heart what his passion is what he dislikes about this world.
It makes me think back to the end of this last year I was watching Cyrano de Bersiac with some of my friends in the movie Cyrano is head over heels for a very pretty young lady. Cyrano is very good with words and is very learned. But Cyrano won't tell her how he feels because Cyrano happens to have a rather large nose. So the young lady falls in love, on sight alone, with a very handsome young man and wants to talk to him but the young man is a little dense. But Cyrano the master of words saves the young mans day by writing love letters for him. After time the young lady realizes she loves the heart of the words not the nice looking face. All that to say why do we put so much on how one looks should we not look for who they are? What their heart is.
It is a lesson the young lady in the movie leared and one I hope we all learn.
"The Fairy Queen has sent you to do brave deeds in this world. That High City that you see is in another world. Before you climb the path to it and hang your shield on its wall, go down into the vally and fight the dragon that you were sent to fight." -Saint George and the Dragon
Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Here I am
So here I am in Blog world. As my first post I thought
I would share part of a poem I recently found.
I would be giving, and forget the gift.
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up - and love - and lift.
My Creed by Howard Arnold Walter
I would share part of a poem I recently found.
I would be giving, and forget the gift.
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up - and love - and lift.
My Creed by Howard Arnold Walter
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