Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Thursday, June 10, 2010


I was running,
Through the country lanes I know so well
I looked up,
The rain had stopped,
I was soaked to the skin.

Then I lifted up my hands,
Raised my eyes to the sky,
And I felt it smile,
As if it had tested my love for it.

My eyes and ears ached,
And my nose streamed,
But I laughed,
Because I didn't care,
What the world would do to me,
Because it doesn't matter.

I distinctly remember translating the feelings I had at the end of a rune in the rain into this poem. A release, a realisation - I had gained a little more understanding in a sudden moment.... some tension had gone.

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