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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Saturday, January 4, 2014

Starlit Message

Here is a podcast of me reading this poem


If only more of us bothered to think,
Made the effort to realise,
How much more there is,
To what we see. If only more of us took time as a helper.
If only we were to stare up at the stars, 
We would realise how insignificant we really are. 

All of you who are full of yourselves, 
Look at the sky on a starlit night.
Then you will realise,
That we could all disappear, 
In just one of those flickering pin holes up there.  

That is why there are stars,
To convince men of their mediocrity. 

But why are there men? 

Sometimes I wonder.

This is another early poem 1986-1990   

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