Slow Dance: This was sent by a friend of mine. I thought it worthy to post it on my blog and also post its response by me as well.

> SLOW DANCE
>
> Have you ever watched kids
> On a merry-go-round?
> Or listened to the rain
> Slapping on the ground?
>
> Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
> Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
>
> You better slow down.
> Don't dance so fast.
> Time is short.
> The music won't last.
>
> Do you run through each day
> On the fly?
> When you ask How are you?
> Do you hear the reply?
>
> When the day is done
> Do you lie in your bed
> With the next hundred chores
> Running through your head?
>
> You'd better slow down
> Don't dance so fast.
> Time is short.
> The music won't last.
>
> Ever told your child,
> We'll do it tomorrow?
> And in your haste,
> Not see his sorrow?
>
> Ever lost touch,
> Let a good friendship die
> Cause you never had time
> To call and say,"Hi"
>
> You'd better slow down.
> Don't dance so fast.
> Time is short.
> The music won't last.
>
> When you run so fast to get somewhere
> You miss half the fun of getting there.
> When you worry and hurry through your day,
> It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.
>
> Life is not a race
> Do take it slower
> Hear the music
> Before the song is over.
>

Those are excellent thoughts. It would be so nice if we would do just that. Slow down and listen to the music. Thinking man was given, I believe, by some mystical roll of the dice, a chance ... a short chance ... to see and appreciate it all. Although animals, plants, insects etc. make the world live, probably no other animal except man possesses the capacity to absorb the wonder. The hectic, harried pace of our culture coupled with the technological disneyland and faceless CEO's that make things economically run (literally) make me feel I am in a cacophonous ice machine bolting a million miles an hour to nowhere for nothing except to make the faceless generally uncaring rich even richer. Although our world is certainly more comfortable (FOR SOME) and allows us to live and live and live and live growing old way beyond our natural DNA dictates, our fast-paced speed-of-light culture produces, I think, an anomie which freezes us and makes us miss the beauty that is all around, given by some force only to us.