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Extolling the old days, we are not curious about the recent past.

We think that a monkey turned into a man, and the savage into a gentleman because all the old barbarism and the new civilization. Unfortunately, this is the atmosphere in which we live but not a dogma that can be proved.

If your life suddenly became all falling apart, maybe it falls off all the old and obsolete.

Each of us has his spell, but hardly will solve it, it melts. And comes the clarity and lightness of being that we where not only searched, but did not dare to go to the most terrible and dark world - a world of destructive and looped behaviours of our past, of our ancestors, their fears, mistakes and secrets.
Yes, you have to dig in the ground with worms, to dig something old and put something new. But who is digging in the ground, and gets results.

When the Tenno nun studied Zen at Bucca of Engaku, it is a long time could not enjoy the fruits of meditation.
Finally, one moonlit night she was carrying water in an old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke, and the bottom of the bucket fell off, and in this moment the Tenno was free!
In memory she wrote about this poem:
And so, and syak, I tried to save the old pail,
While bamboo rope is not weakened and not torn,
Until finally the bottom is not taken off.
No more water in the bucket!
No more moon in the water!

Already my imagination fades, inspiration goes out the words tired of me, and if I keep written by me, only because I love to surround myself with the memories for which I do not even sell my old clothes. Sometimes I go to look at it in the closet where it's stored, and dream about the time when this garment was new, and everything that I did, flaunting it.

- These birds inhabit the souls of young mothers dead in childbirth, ' he said, turning towards me. - I say they scream and run around the nest, because I don't believe that the babies hatch safely. They grieve about someone you lost - looking for a child orphaned.
- I think it's just tradition, ' he said. Habit. I first made when I was much younger, after I heard this story. Actually I don't believe they have a soul, but, you know, like something out of a sense of respect...
Without finishing the sentence, he looked at me and suddenly smiled.
- I used to do it, I didn't even notice. In Scotland very few Plovers...
He got up and threw the twig.
- Went on. There's a place that I want to show you. Over there, at the top of the hill.
He took my elbow and helped me up off the ground. We began to climb the slope.
I heard what he said to Plover when he let her go. And although I knew very little Gaelic words, it's an old greeting I heard often enough to understand it. "The Lord be with thee, mother" - said Jamie.
A young mother died during childbirth. And the child who was left an orphan. I touched Jamie's sleeve, and he turned towards me.
- How old were you? - I asked.
- Eight, - he said. - Not a baby.
More he said nothing and led me higher up the hill.

Know that age old
Life is not sweet,
It was running man
From the native village.

Well, if remembering about the past, you still don't like myself. Need to feel that you are growing, changing, that the old you dies and something new comes.

I am sure that the Prime Minister and the majority in the government made the right decision (allowing a casino to operate in Singapore). Having the whole world a resounding "no", Singapore would send the wrong signal to the if we hold on to old and I want to your stiff and constrained, with the ban on chewing gum and Smoking, with endless "no" and "impossible." It would be quite a dull place!

School teachers "new is well forgotten old".

Old is not always obsolete.

Yes, I understand! And absorbed - and the old and wrong already viitala.

In the coming days the sea will be generous. It will bring many gifts... and many will regret it. I see the old and the new, cruel heart against a steel will. Whoever wins, you also win... but will see it only from the iron cage.