MusicMan said:This should brighten the mood!
John Farnham and Human Nature - Every Time You Cry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avS0FcwL0xA
Excerpts from WikiPedia:
_https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Watts
The few Chinese paintings Watts was able to see in England riveted him, and he wrote "I was aesthetically fascinated with a certain clarity, transparency, and spaciousness in Chinese and Japanese art. It seemed to float...".These works of art emphasized the participatory relationship of man in nature, a theme that stood fast throughout his life, and one that he often writes about.
Watts attended The King's School, Canterbury next door to Canterbury Cathedral. Though he was frequently at the top of his classes scholastically and was given responsibilities at school, he botched an opportunity for a scholarship to Oxford by styling a crucial examination essay in a way that was read as presumptuous and capricious.
When he left secondary school, Watts worked in a printing house and later a bank. He spent his spare time involved with the Buddhist Lodge and also under the tutelage of a "rascal guru" named Dimitrije Mitrinović. who was influenced by Peter Demianovich Ouspensky, the famed student of G. I. Gurdjieff.
Echoing what the C’s have said about any “benefits” of psychedelic drugs, Watts commented, "If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen.”
Drazen said:Loreena McKennitt - Night Ride Across The Caucasus
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
There are visions, there are memories
There are echoes of thundering hooves
There are fires, there is laughter
There's the sound of a thousand doves
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
In the velvet of the darkness
By the silhouette of silent trees
They are watching, they are waiting
They are witnessing life's mysteries
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
Riding o'er the land, you can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Take me with you on this journey
Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
In cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the tongues now lost
Find the answers, ask the questions
Find the roots of an ancient tree
Take me dancing, take me singing
I'll ride on till the moon meets the sea
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on