Author: Eric Helland

Chumbawamba — Scapegoat

Chumbawamba — Amnesia

Human beings can tell stories; I am human, therefore, I can tell stories.

When people hear a story they often ask: “But, is it true?”

Hearing the question: is it true?; the sage must ask: “What is truth to you?”

The question: “What is truth?” is a much larger question …

When a person hears a story, and accepts the story as true, the person believes the story.

Believing the story, a person may have faith in the story.

Compassion is empathy in action. Sometimes compassion may be allowing someone to have their story — in spite of evidence to the contrary.

Evidence reveals the underlying pattern of fiction and fact.

It is what it is; whatever it is, it is.

Chumbawamba — Tubthumping

The Tiger
William Blake

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?