Listening to Santana's Greatest Hits. It's a bit of a bummer because at least two of the songs in the cd don't finish. They nevertheless bring back memories of a better time. A time when less mind games were played. Perhaps because our minds were all filled with dope (har, har). We knew more about the universe then than now.

Samba Pa Ti. A sunset song. Where only shadows of lovers are seen walking, sitting amidst a background of a crew folding up the remnants of a school fair. The last tokes are taken, the smoke swirling up to form dreams of a life that cannot be lived. A life free of hypocrisy, criticism, arrogance, pride, war, all that make this world chaotic enough to escape with dope. We didn't want to become adults. Nay, we didn't want to remain childish. We just somehow knew that to step into adulthood was to relinquish forever the spirit of freedom.

And so it became. No more dope. No more school fairs. We teach our children to become adults and in turn they lose their freedom. We live lives of hypocrisy, criticism, arrogance, pride, war. What's worse, we all find these in church. We all see it but refuse to look at it eye to eye and instead are content to play mind games.