Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for youI'm listening to Mumford and Sons' "Timshel". It's so good. The whole album is good... I suggest that you download it, whoever you may be. :) Timshel, as Google has told me, is a Hebrew word, which (roughly) translates to "Thou Mayest". The idea is discussed in John Steinbeck's East of Eden, in which he discusses the different translations of the Bible and ideas which are represented. The idea of Timshel is that humans possess choice, which makes us as great as gods. Isn't that a wonderful idea?
I'm sitting at La Scala, hunkering down with my resume and cover letter and a computer that very badly needs to be cleaned. I'm writing with designs to work on and achieve a new life path... Easier said than done. But I'm choosing to change and transform my life and that is a beautiful thing.
