Refuge of the roads, Joni Mitchell

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I pulled off into a forest
Crickets clicking in the ferns
Like a wheel of fortune
I heard my fate turn, turn turn
And I went running down a white sand road
I was running like a white-assed deer
Running to lose the blues
To the innocence in here
These are the clouds of Michelangelo
Muscular with gods and sungold
Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads

In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth
Taken coming back from the moon
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all
You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads

The King, the doctors and the coffee drinker ... :)

Gustav III, King of Sweden (1771-92), believed coffee was poisonous. To prove his theory, he took two murderers, sentencing one to drink coffee every day and the other to drink tea. Two doctors were appointed to oversee the experiment and see who died first. The first to die were the doctors. In 1792, the King was assassinated at a masked ball in the Stockholm Opera House. The tea-drinker eventually died at the age of 83, and the coffee drinker survived them all.

BBC news...

-- L.U.G. --

A magnificent collection of music from the band London Utter Ground -- L.U.G. --


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaxitcquYRA

Dilige

Augustine was right again, as situationists see it; to reduce the whole Christian ethic to the single maxim, 'Dilige et quod vis, fac' (Love with care and then what you will, do). It was not, by the way, 'Ama et fac quod vis' (Love with desire and do what you please)


Situation Ethics, Joseph Fletcher's.