Nature uses only the longest threads
to weave her patterns, 

so that each small piece of her fabric 

reveals the organisation 

of the entire tapestry.

Each day is a little life: 

every waking and rising a little birth, 

every fresh morning a little youth, 

every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad

Other things just make you swear and curse

When you're chewin' on life's gristle, don't grumble give a whistle

And this'll help things turn out for the best

And always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the light side of life

If life seems jolly rotten there's something you've forgotten

And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing

When you're feeling in the dumps don't be silly chumps

Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing

And always look on the bright side of life

Come on, always look on the bright side of life

For life is quite absurd and death's the final word

You must always face the curtain with a bow

Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin

Enjoy it it's your last chance anyhow

So always look on the bright side of death

Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit when you look at it

Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true

You'll see it's all a show keep 'em laughing as you go

Just remember that the last laugh is on you

And always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the right side of life

Come on Brian, cheer up

Always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the bright side of life

Worse things happen at sea you know

Always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the bright side of life

I feel and think much as you do, 

care about many of the things you care about, 

although most people do not care about them.

The gods had condemned Sisyphus 

to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, 

whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. 

They had thought with some reason 

that there is no more dreadful punishment 

than futile and hopeless labour.

Brian Cleary [26.09.28 – 21.09.13] — Died Of A Broken Heart

If liberty means anything at all, 

it means the right to tell people 

what they do not want to hear.

After silence, 

that which comes nearest 

to expressing the inexpressible 

is music.

Creative activity could be described as a type of learning process 

where teacher and pupil are located in the same individual.

A man should look for what is, 

and not for what he thinks should be.

Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.

See him wandering alone,

The crowdless man,

He has no group,

He has no tribe,

He carries his identity in his pocket.

His pocket has a hole in it,

His story has a hole in it,

His tragedy is not a tune you can hum.

His suffering and sacrifice,

They have no handles;

His persecution has no logo,

No shrine, no yardstick.

His joy has no credentials,

His observations have no fixed address;

There are no awards whatsoever.

His gaze and yearning are way outside the loop, 

His pilgrimage has lots of holes in it. 

See him wandering alone. 

Beaming to himself.

Beware lest you lose the substance 

by grasping at the shadow.

The imagination imitates. 

It is the critical spirit that creates.

Your whole life is on the other side of the glass. 

And there is nobody watching.

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.