Rock and Roll is here to stay, it will never die. Rack and Role will fade away; bye, bye, bye.
Reason for writing:
Thinking about the present, and the past. And the future, of course. I recently read a statement suggesting that 'the governance of souls is the art of arts'. That statement was made almost 1500 years ago. To me, today in 2004, that statement seems flawed. But we have moved on since then. The implication of the statement seems to be, that we are not responsible for our own lives, nor capable of taking responsibility. That intervention and interference in people's lives is justified for the good of their souls. That statement was made many centuries ago, and we have come a long way since then. It seems to me that an equivalent statement today might read 'life is the art of arts'. But it is clear that some people are terrified of life. Why ? Today, in most western societies, we take for granted the systems of justice, law and government which allow us to take responsibility for our own lives. But there is undoubtedly debate in regard to these issues of interference, intervention and responsibility. Personal experience has lead to the poem which I have published here today. Clearly there must be order and discipline in society, if man is to continue his progress and advancement. But the issue is simple - do we order and manage our own lives, or should that be done for us. There seems to me to be something nonsensical in today's context about one person managing the life of another, or even several, whilst denying their own life simultaneously. Nowadays the organisation of society, and the resources available, allow the individual to be empowered in a way that was not possible centuries ago, in the days of slavery and servitude. Should we not all simply manage our own lives. That's what I think. Of course, it is nice to belong. And advice, guidance and help are always welcome and often needed. The law provides for intervention. Pastoral care will always be needed as far as I can see, and facilities for worship and fellowship seem essential. But perhaps over time the def
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