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, October 24, 2013

Velvet Paradise

There we played,
Behind the rose bushes,
At the beginning of time,
Living a dream,
Living dreams.

All day long flickering our eyes,
To a world that wasn't there,
To a world that didn't care,
About adults and cruelty.

An innocent place,
Where we could live out our dreams,
Live a dream.

There we knew the trees would never be bare,
We could crawl along roads,
Un-metalled by the drawbacks of worry.

And hide behind walls,
In the velvet paradise,
Within our minds.

Written sometime 1986-1990. This one I guess is about the innocence of childhood, perhaps lost innocence too and escapism to a safe, comfortable place...a velvet paradise.