I remember the rosegarden funeral of sore
And the sorrow's child weeping song
Every time I heard of...

The moonlight answers:
Come on!

It is strange we meet so many people
Instead of hearing their voices through the walls

We could laugh so purely years ago
Is there a picture of that laughter anywhere?

I like it; especially the last verse.
Dean, how many of yous are in you?

thx
Do you suggest that I have multiplied self?

Yes, when you want to, like anyone of us. Each time it is up to you. It is not a karma.

Margot pisze:Yes, when you want to, like anyone of us. Each time it is up to you. It is not karma.

I do not know what I want... I just thought it would be a good question to specify what do you mean by "how many of yous are in you"...
maybe it's not the question about how many selfs are in anybody...
or any karmas we want to involve to have an excuse for anything...
but how many masks we wear or facades we build?

The mask does not choose you, you choose the mask.
In "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" Oscar Wilde admires the man who will be hang up. Why? He has not to wear any mask no more.

happy bastard

Margot pisze:The mask does not choose you, you choose the mask.
In "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" Oscar Wilde admires the man who will be hang up. Why? He has not to wear any mask no more.

No mask, no man.