there are events in one's life that have no anologue, no point of reference to tether words to, adjectives fail, decriptions can't decribe, images missrepresent, all attempts impotent, and you know the score with this particular band...
i wish i could even begin to tell you all how special this was, i wish i could capture the moment and share it but the moment came on like a cosmic tidal wave and what remains is the very essense of what the church do to me when i see them play live. if one perceives music in its purest origional form it is nothing more than shamanic intention and tonight the church took the enmore into another realm completely, a sublime cacophony of sound, pure rock and roll did what it's supposed to do, kicked down the doors and abducted our spirits, showed us things we ain't never seen before, took us places mythology talks about, i was taken to invisible landscapes and like all those 'special nights' parts of me are still there and parts of me have returned, ever changed, ever respectful of the power of this music, ever humbled by the experience, all i know is there's an awful lot of love in my heart for the church.

north korea holds the world in check after impotent world leaders waffle and let of a lot of hot air over a bomb testing, i guess every one forgets that the french, the english and the usa have tested their fare share of bombs as well, usually in some poorer part of the world where the natives can't sue. as far as bombs go, i think they really are just a feudian dreamscape, insecure men playing with their weapons, mines bigger than yours. its ironic that my world has split in two halves, reality, the political world of work, societies and people is shot to peices, while my spiritual world is perfect. paradox.

I assume that you, like me, want to live longer and better. The key to a longer life is not merely sticking around for decades but lies in the ancient Greek concept of time, which was described by two words, "chronos" and "kairos". Each concept measured time, but in radically different ways.
"Chronos" is familiar to us, the chronological march measured by our watches, by seconds, hours, days, months. The key to a longer life lies with the second measure of time, "kairos". Kairotic time is measured by events, not by hours. Philosophical discourses have been written about the difference between chronos and kairos, but the sweetest succinct explanation I have found was written by a former professor of philosophy, Sam Keen, in 'Hymns to an Unknown God': "Chronological time is what we measure by clocks and calendars; it is always linear, orderly, quantifiable, and mechanical. Kairotic time is organic, rhythmic, bodily, leisurely, and aperiodic; it is the inner cadence that brings fruit to ripeness, a woman to childbirth, a man to change his direction in life."
In kairotic time, weeks can seem like months. Many Australians understand this, which is why we are, among all nations, the most inveterate travellers. Because travellers understand, instinctively and by experience, that travel and adventure change and elongate time, even while navigating the deadlines of airline and train departures, sitting on buses and waiting. It would be intresting to find out how much time (chronos) we have spent in our lives waiting.