From: inetpcpete@gmail.com   
      
   Fragile   
   “If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one    
   Drying in the colour of the evening sun    
   Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away    
   But something in our minds will always stay    
   Perhaps this final act was meant    
   To clinch a lifetime's argument    
   That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could    
   For all those born beneath an angry star    
   Lest we forget how fragile we are”   
      
   Luvprog, shared these lyrics in one of her ‘crazy’ posts.    
   It’s beautiful, she sees that beauty, and try’s to share it with other   
   people, that’s not crazy, that’s kindness. I saw crazy at first, I said   
   that I thought she was possibly “unstable”… But, I took the time to look   
   at her words, to try to    
   see past the ‘crazy’ and reach out to her in her own unique way. It felt   
   like I was meeting an old friend for the first time ever… I didn’t connect   
   with her in person, I don’t know her, I connected with her in her words -   
   it’s all right there.   
    Take those lyrics she shared and look to the talking heads, look to us right   
   now, she saw something beautiful in those words…    
   What if we try to look past the ‘crazy’ an see her differently? What if we   
   replace crazy with –Human and ‘lol’ with kindness.    
   She apparently reached out to others in the past and was crushed. She’s   
   fragile and slow to trust now, it’s written all over her posts, she may be   
   unstable, but she’s not crazy…    
   What if there’s more to her that just crazy, just as there is more to you   
   and me?    
   ---“Daisy --- chain”---    
   Blood – A confrontation of sorts, it can get messy, but please don’t   
   “run” we’re all in this together, be strong, its not just about you, its   
   about us.     
   Flesh  - “trust of a child”, open, warm, curious, kind, vulnerable,   
   afraid, innocent -wonderment…    
   ---------------------------------------------DIVISION BELL------   
   --------------------------------------------   
   Steal-  Skeptical adult, closed, cold, calloused, cruel, vulnerable, afraid,   
   Aren’t we all though?   
   Sun - Something beautiful, warm, above our heads. She mentioned her Son on   
   that bridge and she got back in her car.    
   Tomorrow= not yet, but they say the grass is greener.    
   Rain - Truth, kindness, forgiveness, trust, “I come to you defenses down   
   with the trust of a child Red rain is coming down” Some run from the rain   
   (you’re not alone), some cry in it, some dance in it.    
   Stains -We all have them, its ok, “just a little pinprick” The only thing   
   that matters is that we learn from those stains, or scars.    
   Will always ‘stay’ - “a vision that was planted in my brain….”     
   This final act, a lifetime’s argument. Let’s not argue, let’s talk. Do   
   you have something to share? I'm open to hearing it.    
   Violence isn’t just hitting, it’s harming in anyway. Laughing, or   
   stabbing, it can feel the same.    
   No more anger, wipe the slate clean and start over, be kind. Love is powerful   
   Is that as easy as it sounds?   
   We are laughing at a 'fragile' person, because we are fragile too, we are all   
   guilty of it, I laughed at first too.     
   Can we truly forget our anger though? Can you? Can you let go of it, and move   
   on with an open heart and ask, What if? Did you roll your eyes? I did at   
   first, I scanned a couple posts and immediately saw crazy, “My mistake...”   
   What if she’s not just    
   talking to herself?    
   I don’t have all the answers, but I know truth and beauty when I see it.   
   Floyd sang –“’Do you think I know something you don’t know. If I DON'T   
   promise you the answers, would you go?” I’m not looking for promises, and   
   I’ve got nothing    
   better to do! I’m looking to me and I’m looking to you. I’m looking for   
   kindness more than anything though, first step.    
   We’re all here because Pink Floyd reaches out to us in our own way. I’m   
   here looking for some people I met a while back, and I was just wondering if   
   it could be you. “I could not trust the information, just had to trust my   
   imagination”. Publius,    
   once said, stop looking at the pictures and look to the music, open your minds   
   and communicate. They called him crazy, ridiculed him, and told him to   
   identify himself and turn himself in immediately! I look to his words, I see   
   frustration and I know what    
   follows is sorrow. I wish I could have reached out to him, but I was stuck, I   
   missed out on an opportunity to connect with him. Just saying, no one likes to   
   be laughed at or called crazy, “sorry about that”.    
      
   One of my favorite poems – “A word is dead when said some say – I say it   
   just begins to live that day.” E.D.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)