(courtesy georgetown university)
i don't know about the rest of you, but lately i have felt like i have been tilting at windmills. i could go on a ramble about life and the state of the world today, but everyone knows how i feel about just about everything. i think i will leave a few thoughts that aren't mine.
"The Impossible Dream"
from MAN OF LA MANCHA (1972)
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
4 comments:
Don Who?
:)
Banging your head against the wall gets the same results, and that's what we have been doing. Why? Because we keep hoping......
The neo-rights want us all to give up. Don't give them the happy day.
You rawk, betmo!!!! Thank you!!! (I always have background music playing in my head...often it's very relevant. You too, huh?? Excellent song!
We are the women of LaMancha and those windmills are real, live people who are dying. So, it's a little different.
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