composer, multi-instrumentalist, vocalist
This last week we got a message from my son's sport club that one of the junior members had died. Without a cause of death I'm assuming it was suicide. A picture of a happy, good-looking young man accompanied the message. What are my assumptions worth? Can this stifling depression that is rampant in society be justified for the "greater good?"
I don't believe that we have control over the greater good. And yes, I believe in science and no, not in God.
All things have their season, and in their times all things pass under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal.
A time to destroy, and a time to build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh.
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather.
A time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
A time to get, and a time to lose.
A time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A time to rend, and a time to sew.
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak.
A time of love, and a time of hatred.
A time of war, and a time of peace.
What has man more of his labour?
Lullaby is done, and will be made public soon. Daemon Lover is in the making. After that, Omnia Tempus Habent.