Heil Lebniz

Coś dlaczego niż nic
Raczej nic łatwiejsze jest
coś niż?

Prostsze nic byłoby
Wszakże bytem jednak jest
coś to.

Wszystko zebrać gdyby
Bzdurą razem byłoby
cóż lecz?

Teraz tutaj począć
Mamy zewsząd i płacz
tylko krzyk.

Lady Caroline

Now that's a Discovery. Velvett Fogg. The band that took place somewhere at the end of sixties. And this is a great song from their selftitled album. Lady Caroline. I'll put some lyrics for it's hard to find them out in the Web.

Oh, can't you see 

How darkened is the sky? 

Because it's cast upon my soul 

For whole eternity

What I did to Lady Caroline

After she had trusted me.

I went and took a lovely young maiden

And made her my own

In the quiet of my castle

Where I thought we were alone

And so we were but the Lady Caroline

Who came knocking on the door.

She said 'Oh Sir, who was that maiden

That I followed 'til your door?'

I said 'My dear, you are mistaken,

There is no one here but me'

But I could not snow her

For she knew what she had seen.

She burst into my room

And there upon the bed

Was the trembling young maiden

Who's face has gone quite red

And the lovely Lady Caroline

Took a knife and striked her death.

And now she waits behind the bars

On the prison in the town

Sentence to death for a murder

And t'was no one's fault but mine.

Now I will have no one...

Until the end of time.

And a little music video maybe.

I'm innocent, but I'll drink 'till I'm guilty

When the last democrat will be hanged on guts of last socialist;
And when the last fascist will be beaten to death with a bone of last communist -
There will be time of Great Chaos and Pure Anarchy.

And when the last man will fall down shot by the bullet of last woman,
And when the last woman will fall down shot by the bullet of last man,
And when the last child will starve to death and will be a food to the rats -

There will be peace on Earth - Finally!

Takietam

Dwa wzory koszulek, jakby ktoś reflektował. + bonus.

Zwłaszcza w ostatni warto kliknąć, bo tu nie widać napisu ;)

RIP

Kolejna rocznica śmierci Jima. mam nadzieję w krótkim czasie umieścić tu jego wiersz pt. "Rock is dead". A na razie - "Shaman's Blues" w wersji muzycznej.

Luger

Co chwilę przyspieszał kroku. Blade światło księżyca odbijało się w metalowych obcasach wysokich butów. Oddychał rytmicznie, jak człowiek szkolony do biegu. Wiatr rozwiewając jego włosy i rozchylając poły skórzanego płaszcza nadawał całej postaci demoniczny wygląd.

Rozchlapując kałuże i przecinając strugi deszczu skręcił w boczną uliczkę. Podbiegł do starych drzwi i zapukał. Drzwi uchyliły się i wszedł do środka. Przesunął rękę po czole ocierając je z wody, po czym wziął pochodnię ze ściany. Poszedł w stronę piwnicy. Zszedł po schodkach i przesuwał się wzdłuż starych beczek z winem. Na drugim końcu piwnicy znajdowały się kolejne drzwi, które wyprowadziły go na główną ulicę.

Była już późna noc, nieliczni ludzie obecni na ulicy ze strachem odsuwali się od niego. Dochodząc do rynku wysunął Lugera z rękawa. Podszedł do pomnika. Włożył lufę pistoletu w usta i nacisnął spust. Odgłos wystrzału zniknął w szumie deszczu, który jeszcze długo wypłukiwał resztki mózgu z roztrzaskanej czaszki.

Imagine

Imagine.
Imagine the creation of a planet. Big bang. Explosion. Formation. At first some abstract shapes, then - more and more proper.

The planet is formed. It's fresh. It's new. Unsettled. Virgin. Some forests, rocks, mountains, plains, seas. Imagination. How strong is yours?

Now, imagine your brain. Can you see it? Don't see your brain as an organ. For material structure is only it's small part. Picture your brain as a newly created planet. All you have to do, is to settle it, organize it.

The view of your brain depends only on you. What will it look like? Pluto? Mercury? Earth? Or some, yet undiscovered, evergreen, complicated, beautiful vital planet?

Think.
Thinking is the best thing you can do to your brain. It does not harass your brain. Thinking makes it stronger. Lose schemes. Don't use them unless you don't have to. Just think, create.

Let's talk about mind, because it is not the brain itself. Mind is human's strongest point.

A THOUGHT. His thought.

The Great Creator didn't even have to speak. His words were his thoughts.

Fiat lux!
And there were Light different from the Shade. For his mind was so strong that it could divide elements.

Fiat homo!
And there were men different from animals. For his mind was so genial that it could multiply itself and implement into lifeforms.

Fiat voluntas tua!
The one thing that differs human beings from animals is mind. They shall use it and improve it. The Absolute gave men mind to use it so don't lose this chance.

For sure those are just literature examples. I'm not saying there is a Creator, or, there is not. it's not a point. The point is that you, as a human, you have your own sense of thinking. So think.

Free your mind!
Don't let yourself to be distracted. Priorities. Everyone have some. Everyone have different ones. Come up with yours. Don't think of trivialities, problems, obstacles - unless the are not connected with your goal.

Remember. Your brain is your power.

Don't lose it.

Use it.