Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
And what should we do with him?
Burn him!
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
And what should we do with him?
Burn him!
The Angaza Project
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The journey of Adaptation
Last night while enjoying the peacefulness of the evening, i thought about adaptation (brought about by me watching a movie of the same name...) and my own personal metamorphisis of the past 38 years. I wondered about the relationship of the insect world to the flower. Did you know that each flower has a corresponding insect that is it's mate, and that without the lovemaking that one does with the other, none of what we have would exist? Simply beautiful. I would like to think that my own personal adaptation would be to eventually evolve into a relationship such as that. Could that be my ultimate goal here on the planet? interesting concept...
I would like to disengage from all the meaningless thoughts that can creep into my head, or adapt if you prefer, into a state of being whereas the focus of purpose can be akin to that of the insect and the flower.
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