Life Was Not Longer Something

I Certainly Do Attempt To Live According To Spiritual Principles. That's Always The Foundation Of Each And Every Day. I Have Experienced Some Things In My Life That Just Force Me To Believe In Some Sort Of Power. A Creative . . . Creative Power Source; However You Want To Phrase It. I Certainly Have Experienced That Presence. And I Have Experienced What I Consider The Basic, What We Would Call Love And Concern.

One Of The Things I Have Become Aware Of Through The Years Is How Much I Love The People I Write About.

The Voice So Filled With Nostalgia That You Could Almost See The Memories Floating Through The Blue Smoke, Memories Not Only Of Music And Joy And Youth, But Perhaps, Of Dreams. They Listened To The Music, Each Hearing It In His Own Way, Feeling Relaxed And A Part Of The Music, A Part Of Each Other, And Almost A Part Of The World.

I Guess It Could Be Said That The Inspiration For 'requiem For A Dream' Is Watching The American Dream Not Only Destroy So Many Lives In The U.s., But Infect The Rest Of The World With Its Obsession With Getting More, Ignoring The Deadly Effect That Has On The Planet.

Obviously, I Believe That To Pursue The American Dream Is Not Only Futile But Self-destructive Because Ultimately It Destroys Everything And Everyone Involved With It. By Definition It Must, Because It Nurtures Everything Except Those Things That Are Important: Integrity, Ethics, Truth, Our Very Heart And Soul. Why? The Reason Is Simple: Because Life/life Is Giving, Not Getting.