Thought of the Day

Now that I have been through Hell, I know that I really belong to Heaven ...

Nice Dreams...

Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times. The paths fork and divide. With each step you take through Destiny's garden you make a choice, and every choice determines future paths. However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back, and see only one path stretching out behind you; or look ahead, and see only darkness. Sometimes you dream about the paths of Destiny, and speculate to no purpose. Dream about the paths you took and the paths you didn't take... The paths diverge, and branch and reconnect, some say not even Destiny himself truly knows where any way will take you, where each twist and turn will lead. But even if Destiny could tell you, he will not. Destiny holds his secrets. The garden of Destiny... You would know if you saw it. After all you will wander it until you die, Or beyond. For the paths are long, and even in death there is no ending to them.
Destiny of the Endless is the only one who understand the garden's peculiar geography, distinct from time and space, where the potential becomes the actual. Destiny knows. The book he carries is as much a guide to he garden as it is to the minutiae of future-past. Destiny has no path of his own. He makes no decisions, picks no branching ways. His way is laid out, drawn and defined, from the beginning of time to the end of everything.


(Neil Gaiman: Sandman)

Blur in Hyde Park (next July)

Me and my friends are the luckiest bastards ever from all the luckiest bastards who walked on the face of the Earth cause we have 3 tickets to Blur's next show July the 2nd in Hyde Park. This is a sudden change in the list of my most precious possessions, it reached Nr 1. in just 2 seconds ... and I doubt anything will top that :)

Update: The tickets fell to second place, what a surprise, it seems that my copy of Sandman, (Absolute Edition) is signed :) ,and I did not even knew about it ...

Ernold Same

Ernold Same awoke from the same dream
In the same bed
At the same time
Looked in the same mirror
Made the same frown
And felt the same way as he did every day
Then Ernold Same caught the same train
At the same station
Sat in the same seat
With the same nasty stain
Next to same old what's-his-name
On his way to the same place
With the same name
To do the same thing
Again and again and again
Poor old Ernold Same

Oh, Ernold Same
His world stays the same
Today will always be tomorrow
Poor old Ernold Same
He's getting that feeling once again
Nothing will change tomorrow