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That was a lovely song from the Beatles <and still is.>

When its doen by Sergio Mendes I like it even better.

Thanks Mr.J .

Going to work this week a 05:00 in the morning and listening to

One charming night for the frist time..

Life is like a ride of beast .
If you have courage you will ride it ,
B U T
I F
N O T
Beast will eat you.

Today there is an autumn equinox, and Baltics Unity day, so I've decided to share some paintings with you:

Fire is an element that cleanse the earth, water is an element that puts up the fire and irrigates the land, the land grows a variety of plants, wind dries the plants, and causes fires...
It's a repetitive cycle in nature.

First painting - fire:

In all ancient cultures fire was a basic element. It wasn't only a source of light, but also it gave warmth and a protection from dangerous predators, it also gave an opportunity to cook meet, and other goods, so they would be more tasty and nutritious and last longer.
Fire was placed in the center of ancient dwellings, it was also the center of social life, the important decisions were discussed by the fire.

Second painting - water:

Water was also important in ancient culture, so it's not a coincidence that all cities, towns and villages, all the settlements are situated near the rivers.
After all - human can survive about 40 days without food, but without fresh water, even a week wouldn't be possible.
It is not a secret that the main component of an each life form of an living organism is water. With out it the life on earth would be impossible.

Third painting - earth:

In ancient world, where the agriculture was the base, it was necessary to understand the cycles between moon phases. People use to sow the seed in the ground, graft trees even fish, by directly looking at the phases of moon.
Sun was also important, at least its quantity. Because in the Baltic region where the temperature differences are so obvious between winter and summer.
Now, why the cross?
Because there was no modern plows made of metal with the measured right land conversion angle, only with primitive wooden plows - it was difficult to cultivate the ground - people had to: plow the ground lengthwise, then transversely. And then put the seed to the ground.

Fourth painting - find:

The wind could be warm or cold, dry or wet.
In ancient world there was no meteorological stations, no synoptics that could tell the weather, the only tool was a wind vane that people use to put on top of then dwelling.
In the Baltic ancient art, a common symbol was a rooster reporting the direction of the wind...

I have not always liked reading books. I don't know why but I suspect that it was like everything else when I was young. I didn't care to. I just liked sports and band where I played the drums! Homework could always be done another day.

I grew up, went to college and when I got married, to a Hungarian girl, she was an English major and she loved to read. She read and read and read. One book in particular, "The Jungle" by Upton Sinclair, was an assignment and she was really getting into it. She smiled as she spoke about it but she didn't in great detail. She merely told me it was about the meat packing industry way back when and how unclean it was.

It got me interested but I never bothered to read it. As I have grown older I have started to read more and this book is one of them. I'm barely in the first chapter and I really like it. The author describes how he came about picking this subject.

It seems the author came upon a wedding and he just walked into the hall to join the festivities. They were a Lithuanian family and friends that worked in the meat processing plant that was the subject of the book. Many of the men, in their drunkenness, began to tell the author the horror stories and that's how the book took off!

I began to think about my ex-wife and her facial expression, she was smiling and appeared to be deep in thought as she told me about the book, and that always made me wonder why and what! I mean, this was 55 years ago. Her smile. Why would I even dwell upon it? Then it hit me. She was probably reminiscing about her own family life in Hungary before the Russian invasion made the family flee. How they celebrated weddings could have been the reason for the smile and pensive mood. Upton Sinclair even gave me a warm feeling because I could see a lot of Hispanic "mood" in such festivities.

Hee Hee! Naw, it's not a matter that's so important but it's still kinda neat to look back and think about happy thoughts.

Well! Back to the book!

Alice Coltrane...





Charles Mingus






Herbie Mann




Have a good week-end every one..

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?" The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." Distraught, the man is forced to leave. Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again. The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk." The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a monk." The man sets about his task. After years of searching he returns as a gray- haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks. "In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception." The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound." The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is beyond that door." The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond. Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last key to the last door." The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that door! With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound...... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.

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