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 Waves of Eternity (Photo by Author)

Dedicated to the late  William N. Hilderscheid (Billy)

There comes a point in one’s life when looking at obituaries and seeing your parent’s friends and acquaintances through the years changes gradually, and those names you are reading become your friends and acquaintances and the mild emotional twists in your gut become major ones.  You begin to hear the internal clocking ticking and your steps are more cautious, less risky as the body is not as lithe and the time for healing longer-and more painful in all aspects of life-financial, physical and mental.   

Jackson Browne’s lament “Running on Empty” from the early seventies seems a tad over-reactive worrying about such things at such a young age, but he was very aware of what the future held.  Unfortunately, no one expects the “salad days” of youth to disappear, even when one writes and sings about it.

“In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on….

In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don’t know when that road turned onto the road I’m on…”

And then there’s the great lyricist Robert Hunter:

“The wheel is turning and you can’t slow down
You can’t let go and you can’t hold on
You can’t go back and you can’t stand still
If the thunder don’t get you then the lightning will”

Great artists see things that the general population does not.  They destroy their art to create new art.  They may be tortured souls with the information that they discover, that most have no time or inklings to ponder……..but sooner or later will have to deal with, as the ravages of time move forward and Mother Nature clears the forest for the younger saplings to survive.  The question is-Do you have any drive or wants to “pay it forward?”  Do you want to give something back to humanity to counter the greed, fear, avarice, and selfishness of the world and begin to sow seeds of kindness, confidence, selflessness, and the surrender to the forces of the fate and spirituality?  Do you want to even try and give something back before you dissipate and your temporal being vanishes from the planet?  If you do, then do it now.  Don’t wait to tell someone you care, don’t wait to lend a hand or give someone an unexpected positive boost.  What is it that you are you waiting for?  Is it because no one did for you?  Is it the bitterness and the rejection of youthful dreams because it “just didn’t work out?”  Time is short, don’t wait until you are alone in the world sitting or laying in a nursing home with a stranger wiping drool from your cheek.  DO IT NOW!   You might make a huge difference in someone’s life, even if you can’t make a damn difference in your children’s or your own.  The circle goes round, you can’t go back and you can’t stand still…………… to give of yourself and whatever you can, while you can.  It will feel good to watch the change occur as the same investment you make takes hold, just don’t expect anything back and keep on, keepin’ on.  Give back in any way you can, be it holding a door open for someone to handing a sandwich to a starving homeless person.  No one’s asking you to open your bank account and clear it out, although those who have made more money than Croceus do for the most part set up foundations and trusts to help their fellow humans.  Do what you can, when you can.  It’s not hard and it’s contagious.


I stood at the window the snow crunching at my feet and looked in to see the people eating, talking, and making merry. It was a cold night and I was alone. My stomach twisted and the hard knot made it difficult for me to decide whether to knock on the door. Twenty minutes had gone by and I stood there still frozen in spirit with the same hard knot.

Finally, I went to the door and rang the bell. The door opened and my mother stood half-stunned for a brief second and then broke into tears. We had not talked for three years over a man that she lived with after my father died. He was an alcoholic and his drinking had escalated to the point of her concealing it from me. One day we had words that neither knew would cause the worst to happen. That was three years of non-communication that wasted precious time. I was a pariah to the rest of family as my brother’s children needed a grandmother. I never held that and other complications against them.

My mother had finally had enough and let it be known through my brothers that I was welcome to be there on Christmas Eve, but I don’t think she expected me to show up. Her eyes welled tears and we embraced and she would not let go for quite sometime. I lost control as well and all of those really important reasons for not wanting to be near her, faded away to oblivion with the tears that flowed to the floor.

Three years later she died on October 1st and I often wish I had those years to do over again. I wish we hadn’t both been such proud stubborn people. I wish I had made that effort that I knew was harder for her than me. Of course we reconciled after that Christmas Eve, but the time flew by so quickly and then she was gone forever. I am haunted by those thoughts and as the holiday closes in I see the fragility of life and the merciless hand of time bearing down upon the now eleven years she has left this world.

I know the gift of time now, however late and I wouldn’t ever waste it again. I ache for those years back, but they’re long gone and mere history. Don’t be as foolish as I. Take the time and forgive and forget before it is too late. Don’t give that Ghost of Christmas Past a chance to haunt you in the future.

News Headlines for Saturday by Ariel David 

Musical Code Found in Da Vinci Painting

By ARIEL DAVID, AP  Posted: 2007-11-09 18:47:48

Filed Under: Science News, World News

ROME (Nov. 9) – It’s a new Da Vinci code, but this time it could be for real. An Italian musician and computer technician claims to have uncovered musical notes encoded in Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Last Supper,” raising the possibility that the Renaissance genius might have left behind a somber composition to accompany the scene depicted in the 15th-century wall painting.
“It sounds like a requiem,” Giovanni Maria Pala said. “It’s like a soundtrack that emphasizes the passion of Jesus.”
Painted from 1494 to 1498 in Milan’s Church of Santa Maria delle Grazie, the “Last Supper” vividly depicts a key moment in the Gospel narrative: Jesus’ last meal with the 12 Apostles before his arrest and crucifixion, and the shock of Christ’s followers as they learn that one of them is about to betray him.

More Musical Codes Found in Art

by Walter Web, EP  Rabbit’s Foot, Arizona

After some research I found that this is not the only instance of finding musical codes in art. Here are some other instances not publicized but just as important:

Artist, Benito Pastability, a sculptor, has found evidence of another musical piece based on Rodin’s “The Thinker.”   He has diagrammed a musical score from the various points of the sculpture and played them on a synthesizer.  “It sounds a lot like Boy George from Culture Club,” he commented, humming the tune “Where Did Our Love Go.”

In another related development Michelangelo’s extensive painting on the Sistine Chapel ceiling was analyzed and a computer programmer from Austria, Hans Zimmerfish, has come up with more hidden musical codes.  Zimmerfish explains that he spent 12 years toiling and has come up with a 30 second score that mimics exactly Edwin Starr’s “War, What Is It Good For?”  “The phrase, ‘absolutely nothin, say it again,’ can be heard over and over distinctly,” commented Zimmerfish.

The infamous “Noah’s Ark” painting by Edward Hicks has completely established a musical pattern by Alfred Aquatic of Auckland, New Zealand.  “It is without a doubt the most amazing of all the discoveries as even though the painting was finished in 1840’s if turned upside down and slightly angled to the right, shows a rudimentary musical scoring of James Cameron’s Titanic theme, “My Heart Will Go On,” but the more incredible discovery is that when it is tilted to the left produces “There’s Got To Be A Morning After” the theme to the original “Poseidon Adventure,” by Maureen McGovern.

In Bivalve, New Jersey a researcher has duplicated all the exact cuts for the points of the infamous “Hope Diamond” and using a custom computer program has uncovered another musical mystery.  It seems when David Diablo had spun the diamond simulation counterclockwise at exactly 33.3 RPM,  he recorded something that one can hear the as the words “I Bury Paul.”  His research ended when he mysteriously “got blisters on his fingers” and fell off a calliope to his death.

And lastly, Yuri Dickulous from an unknown village in Republic of Kazakhstan has discovered that “Whistler’s Mother,” that famous painting by James Whistler was encoded with what he describes as a melody that exactly duplicates the theme from the movie “Deliverance.”  Further research showed James had an explorer brother named Louis, an avid canoist.