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People are strange

Appassionata

Logical?

When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me

But then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And they showed me a world
Where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical

There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am

Now watch what you say
Or they'll be calling you a radical
A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Oh won't you sign up your name
We'd like to feel you're
Acceptable,
respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable

At night when all the world's asleep
The questions run soo deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please,please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am

21 grams

How many lives do we live?
How many times do we die?

They say we all lose 21 grams...
at the exact moment of our death.
Everyone.

And how much fits into 21 grams?
How much is lost?

When do we lose the 21 grams?
How much goes with them?
How much is gained?

Twenty-one grams.

The weight of a stack of five nickels.
The weight of a hummingbird.
A chocolate bar.

How much did 21 grams weigh?

I need to watch Amelie again...