Life...

From Herbet Simon's Autobiography "Model of my Life".

I have encountered many branches in the maze of life's path, where I have followed now the left fork, now the right. . . .In describing my life as maze like, I do not mean that I have a large number of deliberate, wrenching decisions to go off in one direction or another. On the contrary, I have made very few. Obvious responses to opportunities and circumstances, rather than studied decisions, have put me on the particular roads I have followed.

May be death is a gift

We live to stop death. Eating,
inventing, loving, praying,
fighting, killing -- choose a
verb. All to stall this evil,
Job's 'king of terrors.' But what
do we really know about it?
Nobody comes back.
There's a point, when your mind
out-lives its obsessions, when
your habits survive your dreams,
when your losses... You wonder,
may be death is a gift.

Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me