I am a bit skeptical of this video as this is one of those fuzzy areas people so want to believe. Plus anything associated with the Templeton Foundation sets off red flags and sirens for me. However, the video does bring up some interesting thoughts to contemplate.
The reason it caught my attention
I occasionally will write blog articles I never intend to publish, just to get things off my chest. Back in the day I use to write letters and tear them up. I am including the article I never intended to publish at the end of this one. Please no sticks or stones…
I had titled this article simply Eleanor Rigby
When I was younger, much, much younger than now I am, I felt that Maggie May by Rod Stewart was emblematic of my life, possibly even my “theme” song. I am not going to bore you, dear reader, with too many personal details, but I will say this much. For me, Maggie May was actually a composite person, and I spent much too much time wandering lost in the wilderness of life, wondering what path to follow.
I am not sure I have really had a “theme” song since that period of my life, except perhaps Send In The Clowns by Barbara Streisand or half the songs by Tom Waits. Of late, feeling more than a little pessimistic about many things, I have began to think of Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles as a bit emblematic of my current life.
Heaven forbid I should change lyrics written by Lennon/McCarthy, but here goes. Silly Boy David and Tonto Señor Rush have five syllables like Eleanor Rigby. And, yes, in the Beatles song they are two separate people, but allow me a little literary license.
My Lyrics for “Eleanor Rigby”
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Silly Boy David studying Spanish for voyages he will never take…
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing a face that he hides under a hat kept by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Tonto Señor Rush writing some words in a blog that no one will read…
No one comes near
Look at him working, scribbling his notes in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Silly Boy David died in the woods and was buried along with his name
Nobody came
Tonto Señor Rush wiping the ink from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was there
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
And now the I have you in an upbeat mood, here is the original
And so it goes.