Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Michael Jackson QUOTES - Important!!!
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http://www.thesilencedtruth.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=183&Itemid=85 - MOST IMPORTANT!

When people don't understand something, they start to create crazy stories as to explain it. That's how religions were born. When men didn't understand fire they just thought that some more intelligent creation did it and accepted it. 'God(s)' has been created, just like witches in the Middle ages. When people didn't understand how can such man like Michael Jackson exist, how can so much talent, love, goodness unite in one person they refused to believe it's real, and instead started to create crazy stories as an explanation of his acts. "It's not how it seems, there must be something in the background, he couldn't be so good..." Like "why would anyone help others sick kids with millions of dollars, and by inviting them to enjoy their time and play?" The rest of the people (unfortunately) never experienced in their life that kind of and amount of love, so they can't imagine it, don't know what it is. Michael Jackson is the Biblical times' Jesus, the Middle ages' witch, only he lived in the 20th century and he was ITS 'wonder'. He's destiny was to be dragged through the mire. It couldn't happen any other way.
I have to admit that his kind of goodness made me create a 'crazy' story too, and turned my life too: I started to believe in humanity, in mankind. If there existed such a man, then there's hope for us all, that maybe one day comes another like him, maybe even more will come, and in the end we'll all be like him: so humble, innocent, good, child-like-pure. He gave me a brand new perspective, a way to follow, a goal to go toward. It's because of him, that I will never again in my life will be depressed, or feel down or blue. If this man always kept going on, if he always kept his head up, no matter what, if he never gave up, ... Despite all what he'd been through...never gave up to believe in people, in humanity. . . ......Then how can I? He's my religion. Love is my religion.


HTWF—Voice of the Voiceless

"Our children are the most beautiful, most treasured of our creations. And yet, every minute at least 28 children die. Today our children are at risk or being killed by disaster and by the violence of war, guns, abuse and neglect. Children have few rights and no-one to speak for them. They have no voice in our world. God and nature has blessed me with a voice. Now I want to use it to help children speak for themselves. I have founded the Heal The World Foundation to be the voice of the voiceless: The children."

THE LAST TEAR

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain.
"Get out!" I shoutted. "These are the last tears I'll ever cry for you." So you left.
I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration.
I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness.
I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair.

How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt! Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as a May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and you bent over for a kiss.

"Why have you come?" I whispered.
"To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me." (michael jackson - dancing the dream)

ONLY WE
I said you had to do it. You said you didn't want to. We talked about it, and we agreed that maybe I could help. I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held each other's hand, and right and wrong disappeared. I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between us grew a flower of peace. How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from, out of thin air? I thought about this mystery, and I realized something : We must be love's favorite child, because until I reach out for you, We is not even there. It arrives on the wings of tenderness : it speaks through our silent understanding. When I laugh at myself, it smiles. When I forgive you, it dances in jubilation. So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow with one another. We unites us, increases our strength; it picks up our burden when you and I are ready to let it fall. The truth is that you and I would have given up long ago, but We won't let us. It is too wise. "Look into your hearts," it says. "What do you see? Not you and I, but only We."

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