Death smiles at you and all you can do is smile back

From this weary immortality

We seek release

Life after life we fight for honour

In our wars we try to find peace

Too heavily do we pay

For crimes that were trivial

Too much do we weep

For the sorrow that was never ours

Too much are we judged

Our words cause too much woe

But the day must always end

Back to the same earth, brother, we must go

Yes, I'm back to serious stuff again...but come on! When thoughts such as these pop into your mind, how can you not write them down? These few lines have been inspired by one named Maximus -I just finished watching 'The Gladiator'. It's not the first time but it is such a movie that it gets to me every time.
This is song of the soldier. It is also the song of everyone else.

Cuckoo cuckoo

So yeah...I'm finally tiring of my own whiny outpourings clumsily disguised as profound and soul-stirring philosophies...Oh I'm still going to whine, mind you. But about stuff that does not convince people to kill themselves. Cease and desist. Halt. Enough. Hmmph!

Have I ever spoken of my utter disgust for all formal systems of education? Probably have. But since it is my blog, I'll do so again. Ha! Yeah so what is the big idea forcing kids into dingy warehouses and stuffing unnecessary and just plain ridiculous amounts of information down their throats? They should be outside skipping and prancing about, breaking windows and falling off roofs or whatever the heck it is they do outside. Or playing video games whatever. Sometimes I am almost compelled to believe that those folks at Codename:Kids Next Door are absolutely right. This is some kind of freaky Matrix-like conspiracy, isn't it? They're after our miiiiiinnnnddsssssssss!!

So twice a year, I become this way. This blubbering psychotic mess of a human being. Oh, don't get me wrong. I hate all formal systems of education all the year round. It's only twice a year when the exams arrive that I loose my head completely. I have a whole series of all-nighters ahead. They loom across my path like so many Frankensteins with acne disorders. The future does not look pretty. Must salvage what is left of my lost senses and get back to work.

I would like to round off this clever piece of prose with a quote by the good and great Ozzy Osbourne:

"Of all the things that I have lost,

It's my mind that I miss the most."

Sigh...