I recently read “The Last Lecture,” the autobiography of a rapidly dying man, Randy Pausch. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He did try a new hail-mary operation, but it didn’t work; the cancer was terminal. Pausch was a certifiably crazy character, had incredible wisdom to share, and wrote it out very well. Understandably, The Last Lecture became wildly popular. I definitely recommend it–I’m not sure that I agree with all his ideas, but regardless the wisdom he shares is amazing and inspiring.
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Oh My God
Sometimes, I wonder how those guys managed to put so much into this song; it just baffles my mind. That’s art, I guess.
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we’re better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children – this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers – this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God