We need to learn to set our course by the stars, not by the lights of every passing ship.
Hello my invisible friends.
Oh how I solemnly wish I could sit down and write a letter to Leonardo Da Vinci, Johann Sebastian Bach, the anonymous, enlightened writers of scripture, Shakespeare, Plato and all the other people who have given me so much beauty, wisdom, wit and instruction for life.
I'm sure many of them were not fully appreciated during their fleshly lives, but I wish they knew how much alive they are today.
A former girl friend used to refer to me as "a classic." I was never sure what she meant by that. Was I an old car, a leather bound novel or a great film perhaps?
I guess there are some "classics" in the world today, living and breathing and being underestimated. But when I was a youngster I first became fascinated with classical music and consumed as much of it as I could get my grips on, in my impetuous youthful manner. I didn't know why and probably still can't tell you why it was so important to me at the time. Now I know.
Music led me into literature and that led me into art. When I finally pecked my way out of my egg shell of adolescence I became an actor and I carried all of that music with me.
I can enjoy the latest film, folk singer, novel and TV show. But I always look for the roots. Does what I'm seeing and hearing come out of the solid, nutritious ground of importance? Does it connect? Is it another link in the history of love, the love that inspires greatness. Or is it a passing ship?
A lot of ships have passed my way. The stars of my life are still shining.
Now you have a pleasant Sunday, you hear me?
DB - The Vagabond