mushin no shin

Well, at least this Philip Glass fan is all sorts of happy. February is going to be a good month.

Now if only the Nashville Opera was doing “Einstein”…

(onetwothreefour… onetwothreefour… onetwothreefour… onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight)
And it could be where it is.
It could be frankly
It could be Frankie.
It could be very fresh and clean.
It could be a balloon.

Oh these are the days
and these are the days my friends.
These are the days, these are my days my friends.
Make a total of these, these, these:

Two lovers sat on a park bench, with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. “Do you love me, John?” she asked.

“You know I love you, darling,” he replied. “I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being.”

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. “How much do you love me, John?” she asked.

He answered: “How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the ocean with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the seashore.

Impossible, you say?

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