How Fragile We Are
I asked a friend a few days ago I she had heard Sting's song "Fragile." She replied that she might have heard it; I think that once having heard this song and realising some of its ramifications, that anyone but a totally insensitive pre-Jurassic unicellular would remember it.
Indeed it raises one's level of respect for Sting, giving an amazingly clear insight into the sensitive soul of this "ordinary person."
It's somewhat pertinent to those of us who engaged our anger and critism (verbal violence) in the recent Murwillumbah Vaisnava war.
For those who haven't yet heard it:
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are oneDrying in the color of the evening sunTomorrow's rain will wash the stains awayBut something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meantTo clinch a lifetime's argumentThat nothing comes from violence and nothing ever couldFor all those born beneath an angry starLest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fallLike tears from a starLike tears from a starOn and on the rain will sayHow fragile we areHow fragile we are
On and on the rain will fallLike tears from a starLike tears from a starOn and on the rain will sayHow fragile we areHow fragile we areHow fragile we areHow fragile we are
tarunkrsnadas
Servant to ALL the devotees
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