"É acertado comer peixe porque não têm sentimentos...."

Parece ser cada vez mais acertado desviarmos o olhar quando sentimentos nos impedem de comer.

There's patchouli, spanish blossom, frankincense, and rose
I'm lavender, lavender
There's cedarwood and champa, musk, and myrrh
I'm lavender, I'm lavender
I was smolderlng then you breathed deep
May your soul be free now my smoke is sweet
There's sandalwood and lilac, magnolia
I'm lavender, lavender
Ylang ylang and jasmine and amber
I'm lavender, I'm lavender
I was smoldering then you breathed deep
Now our soul is free and our smoke is sweet
Lavender, lavender

O azar é um olhar atrasado.

"Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of flies
Rose clouds of bitter
Bitter, bitter lies
And, when the angels of ignorance
Fall down from your eyes
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies...
Rose clouds of twilight truth
Rose clouds of night
Rose clouds of harvested
(love, all alight)
And, when the ashes of life
Fall down from the skies
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies...
And, festivals end
As festivals must
From the hooded crows of Rome
To the falcons of Zagreb
Oh, mother victim of Jesus
Lie down in Sydney's dust
For, festivals end
As festivals must"

Uma parábola:

Em verdade vos digo, Elevamo-nos pelo que nos faz descer, perdendo em tamanho o que ganhamos em Altura.