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Action of Second Continental Congress,

July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

WHEN in the Course of human Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of the Earth, the separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the Separation.

WE hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness…


artwork-by-Anthony-Hopkins“I am able to play monsters well. I understand monsters. I understand madmen.”

~ Anthony Hopkins

We all know what a great actor Anthony Hopkins is, but I was surprised to find out he was also a gifted composer and artist. He was knighted in 1993 for service to the arts. The following video is a waltz he wrote 50 years ago but was afraid to hear it played, until 2011 when violinist, André Rieu played it for the first time.

In Memorium


The Charge of the Light Brigade

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
“Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

~William Wordsworth

Our children aren’t just raised by their parents. They are raised by the parents of every person they befriend. The life lessons and experiences they share intermix so that their whole being is the result of childhood experiences and the lessons learned from other children. All children are our children and we should remember that as we focus on our own.

We are all God’s children.


Rubin “Hurricane” Carter passed today. He was 76 years old. 19 of those years were spent in a prison cell for a triple murder in Paterson, New Jersey. A judge ruled he was unfairly convicted and he was released. In 1966 this country was in the midst of a race war. Carter’s conviction by an all-white jury, based on spotty evidence should never have occurred. There was plenty of reasonable doubt.