The $219 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Four
Shark America Six
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 193
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Sometimes in Time Travel one finds oneself standing not quite where one expected to be standing; I suppose Time Travel is a little like parachute jumping in that way.
Anyway, I find myself a little ahead of Time today, so I thought I would tell you about one of the most beautiful experiences of my life; so we could pass the time better while Time catches up.
It was not a big event; and it happened about 40 years ago; and even though it has been that long it is still a jewel of a moment I sometimes hold in my memory's hand.
When I lived in Tokyo my home was about a ten-minute walk to the campus of Tokyo University, and just where I entered the campus there was a pond surrounded by trees.
I later learned that this pond was a favorite place of poets, and many beautiful poems have been written about it; but to me it was a quiet, beautiful spot I could visit in the dark of warm summer nights, and sit unseen among the trees and see the starlight and the moonlight quietly reflecting on the quiet black water, Tokyo out of sight and out of hearing.
One night as I sat there, a young woman began singing what to this day is the most beautiful song I have ever heard, not a word of which I understood, but so plaintive and so beautiful was her song and so sweet her voice that the moment still carries me sometimes when my cross seems too heavy to bear; or when I do not like humankind all that much and I need to remind myself what I am fighting for.
The young woman never knew I was there. It would have been rude of me to betray my presence, to violate her mood.
So I waited for about fifteen minutes after her song had ended; and when I was sure she had left I quietly rose and walked home.
I have, if I recall, never told this story until today; but I love this story so much I might have.
Shark America Six
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 193
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Sometimes in Time Travel one finds oneself standing not quite where one expected to be standing; I suppose Time Travel is a little like parachute jumping in that way.
Anyway, I find myself a little ahead of Time today, so I thought I would tell you about one of the most beautiful experiences of my life; so we could pass the time better while Time catches up.
It was not a big event; and it happened about 40 years ago; and even though it has been that long it is still a jewel of a moment I sometimes hold in my memory's hand.
When I lived in Tokyo my home was about a ten-minute walk to the campus of Tokyo University, and just where I entered the campus there was a pond surrounded by trees.
I later learned that this pond was a favorite place of poets, and many beautiful poems have been written about it; but to me it was a quiet, beautiful spot I could visit in the dark of warm summer nights, and sit unseen among the trees and see the starlight and the moonlight quietly reflecting on the quiet black water, Tokyo out of sight and out of hearing.
One night as I sat there, a young woman began singing what to this day is the most beautiful song I have ever heard, not a word of which I understood, but so plaintive and so beautiful was her song and so sweet her voice that the moment still carries me sometimes when my cross seems too heavy to bear; or when I do not like humankind all that much and I need to remind myself what I am fighting for.
The young woman never knew I was there. It would have been rude of me to betray my presence, to violate her mood.
So I waited for about fifteen minutes after her song had ended; and when I was sure she had left I quietly rose and walked home.
I have, if I recall, never told this story until today; but I love this story so much I might have.
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:19 PM
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