The Great George Carlin, a hero of mine, who changed my life and perspective by verifying my thoughts were not sole nor crazy and I was not alone anymore. An instrument to speak my soul has found what we call, alternative light. One of us of age, Carry on my wayward son. Go forth and see but onward. In our dark hour we are less one shining bright smile and wit. We are in whole the lesser for it. Sometimes we are lost in the Gain, sometimes we are stuck in the Fade, yet the amplifier rages its echo on with the endless beats of the drum. A song for him: http://www.last.fm/music/Rush/_/Losing+It Press play and hear: The Bell Tolls.
“Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be
Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you, the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee... -Rush
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