Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality. But, there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but not as brightly lit… a darkside. The darkside is always there, waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us. So until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.
Sometimes the world looks perfect, nothing to rearrange. Sometimes you just, get a feeling like you need some kind of change. No matter what the odds are this time, nothing’s going to stand in my way. This flame in my heart, and a long lost friend gives every dark street a light at the end. Standing tall, on the wings of my dream. Rise and fall, on the wings of my dream. The rain and thunder, the wind and haze. I’m bound for better days. It’s my life and my dream, nothing’s going to stop me now.
Our whole universe was in a hot dense state, then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait… The Earth began to cool, the autotrophs began to drool. Neanderthals developed tools, we built a wall (we built the pyramids). Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries, that all started with the big bang!
There’s a holdout in the Bronx, Brooklyn’s broken out in fights. There’s a traffic jam in Harlem that’s backed up to Jackson Heights. There’s a Scout troop short a child, Khrushchev’s due at Idelwyld… Car 54, where are you?
Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Spins a web, any size, catches thieves just like flies, look out! Here comes the Spiderman. Is he strong? Listen bud, he’s got radioactive blood. Can he swing from a thread? Take a look overhead. Hey there, there goes the Spiderman. In the chill of night at the scene of a crime, like a streak of light he arrives just in time! Spiderman, Spiderman, friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Wealth and fame, He’s ignored. Action is his reward. To him, life is a great big bang up. Whenever there’s a hang up, you’ll find the Spiderman!
Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes
Mahatma Gandhi
Your tread must be light and sure, as though your path were upon rice paper. It is said, a Shaolin priest can walk through walls. Looked for, he can not be seen. Listened for, he can not be heard. Touched, can not be felt. This rice paper is the test. Fragile as the wings of the dragonfly, clinging as the cocoon of the silk worm. When you can walk its length and leave no trace. You will have learned.
There are those who believe that life here began out there… far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians or the Toltecs or the Mayans. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens. Fleeing from the Cylon Tyranny, the last Battlestar – Galactica – leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest. A shining planet, known as Earth.