John Lennon

This Friday, December 8 is the twenty-six anniversary of John Lennon's murder. He would have been sixty-six years old this year. Wonder what he would have done in those twenty-six years?

Also, as a minor aside, this happens to have been the same day that Chris and Mark drank all my wine that I was going to take to Gatlinburg. 'Twas a dark day all around.

Tomorrow Never Knows

Turn off your mind relax and float down-stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying,
Lay down all thought surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.
That you may see the meaning of within,
It is speaking, it is speaking,
That love is all and love is ev’ryone,
It is knowing, it is knowing.
When ignorance and haste may mourn the dead,
It is believing, it is believing,
But listen to the color of your dreams,
It is not living, it is not living.
Or play the existence to the end.
Of the beginning, of the beginning.
Of the beginning. Of the beginning.

…..from “Revolver” (Lennon/McCartney)

"You're just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You've got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It's all down to you, mate." - John Lennon