So I ran into, online (or rather, rediscovered, I guess), the website of an old friend who used to teach bible clubs with me back in the day... Like, back in jr. high and part of high school. And he had pictures of the 2004 CEF retreat... and I looked (bad idea).
Not only were those kids like, way younger than I remember being when I did CEF... but the only faces I recognized besides the leaders... were the younger siblings of the people I taught with. Younger siblings that I, like, taught in Kindergarden. Weirdness never ceases.
I've waited for this moment All my life and more And now i see so clearly What i could not see before. The time is now or never This chance won't come again Throw caution and myself to the wind.
There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings But im willing to find out what impossible means. A leap of faith.
Parody of an angel Miles above the sea I hear the voice of reason Screaming up to me "You've flown far too high boy now you're too close to the sun, Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"
But how will I know limits from lies if i never try?
Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings But im willing to find out what impossible means. Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Fly on these secondhand wings Willing to find out what impossible means Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me Means nothing to me Miles above the sea. ~Thrice "The Melting Point Of Wax"
Oh yeah.... Bad Feng Shui is supposed to make a guest appearance at the Wesley Thursday night... (or, at least, the subset of Bad Feng Shui that played at Statewide). This could be your big chance to see them... live and uncut... 7pm Thursday.
I've always thought that if there is ever an international project to send men to Mars, the U.S. will build the rocket, the British will produce the engine, and the French will contribute a sugar bowl that opens when you remove the spoon from the slot attached to it.
~Calvin Trillian, "The Accidental Luddite" Time Magazine, 10/20/97.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
