Let’s start with this:
“Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of means and taste.
Been around for a long time, pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.”
That’s the Rolling Stones, their best song ever, my opinion, and he is talking about Lucifer, God’s fallen angel who they never mention in any sermon in the church.
He was an angel, right? Just with a different view.
“Stole many a man's soul to waste.” Mick Jagger says in the song.
Better words have never been spoken.
And wait, I will get to the rose soon.
In the world, the diversity idea is a misleading name, and a misguided concept because men are more interested in things, and women are more interested in people. We can’t be measured the same, try to make the best use of diversity, not introduce competition.
Engineers are interested in things and not surprisingly most of them are men. If you have a desire to become a nurse you are interested in people, and most of nurses are women. With the new concept you’re moving men and women against each other, not moving the world forward at all.
It’s been a couple of years now since anything I said mattered, but if you’re creative you know that the rose smells slowly and it’s addictive.
I spoke to an old priest a while back in the Sanctuaire Sainte-Anne-de-Beaupré in Quebec.
Read the name again now.
He said I am an aggressive man, and I asked him, “in all the years people came to you, confession or just talk, what did you learn from them? “
He said – “the dream, the vision, the desire. It never stops.”
You never stop having a dream.
I have two sons, aged 17 and 25.
The 17-year-old thinks I am an idiot, the 25-year old knows I am an idiot.
But I have my moments and this is when I teach them about live, the real one, like how things really happen. And about what’s really important in what you do. Funny thing is, they both turned up good in part because I was sharing my thinking with them since they were little. Driving them to school and talking over dinners. And they actually thanked me for my lectures, both of them.
The other day I was sitting in a restaurant with a lady I know for a while since I followed her though three countries and two continents over the years.
That’s a lot of commitment and the connection is real like IBM.
We were sitting in a coffee in Nyon, a city just east of Geneva.
I said “I am loosing interest with what’s happening in the world, I feel like I’ve seen it all.”
She put down her white cappuccino cup with a red Rougemont
sign on the side of it. Didn’t touch the croissant.
“Do you care?” She asked.
“I actually hopped you don’t, just make every day of your life stand for something.”
Tom Kubiak is the author of The Traveler