Splendour in the Grass

What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

William Wordsworth

It is time for me to stop posting and crunching so I will do that. It is time for the newest generation to make the world for them to live in. I have been delaying this decision for more than I should but will not delay anymore.

I couldn't change nothing in the world, the world is more cinical, liar and materialist that have ever been before. People are so used to bad things that have habituated there minds to the new reality. A very sad one.

The thieves are in the banks, the liars in the governments and good man are beeing thrown away from one side to the other. At the age of 45/50 years they are called old man and the system does anything to not let them give any production to the society and the world.

We are losing our old people and the experience of many lifetimes. We are losing old worlds, one for each person.