They played Alphaville's "Forever Young" at every junior high dance I ever awkwardly attended. I especially loved the trumpet part at the end. I still do, even though I recognize now that those horns were synthesized instead of real. I admit it isn't the deepest, most poetic piece of music ever put together. In fact, some of it is pretty damn cheesy. But for whatever reason the lyrics and the song still give me the good kind of chills. I think your experience reading this blog post will be enhanced by
listening to the song while reading it. (At the very least it will pleasantly increase the cheese factor.) So click play on the embedded player below and enjoy.
2 comments:
I really enjoyed this post. Its a valid point of wonder for sure. I think of hell as a state of mind more than a place. To get to the other side and to have regrets in varying degrees, etc., I suppose everyone will have their own degree of hell just as everyone shall have their own degree of heaven.
A good post and something to think about. Good jorb, Brother Blairseph.
Thanks for this interesting post. Upon reflection (and I had never really considered it, so thank you), I think it makes a lot more sense to have an eternity where there continues to be some struggles, and I don't find that uncomfortable at all. The BoM teaches that without opposition there could be no realization of joy, and I don't think this principle ends after this life.
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