Now THINK song.
Close your eyes.
Hear the song.
Everybody's Talkin' by Harry Nilsson
Everybody's talkin' at me
I don't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echoes of my mind
People stop and starin'
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather
suits my clothes
Bankin' off of the northeast winds
Sailin' on summer breeze
And skippin' over the ocean like a storm . . .
Everybody's talkin' at me
I can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echoes of my mind
I won't let you leave my love behind
I won't let you leave . . .
Now THINK dream.
This dream is about the storm . . .
I have over 100,000 people I need to organize in a hurry.
I am running out of time.
Ironic for a time traveler . . .
However, even we have to work in the sandwich -- that place where time runs out. That place where the nanoseconds of time can no longer be stretched to accommodate changes. Like a fabric which has worn out its stretch and can stretch no further.
The breaking point.
The point of no return.
Last Day.
My dream:
People are asking me questions....
Everybody's talking at me
How do we organize??
How can we nominate??
Who's to lead??
Where are we going??
How do we get there??
How long will it take??
and on and on and on . . .
My only guidance is to
Listen to the Music.
I've been searching data banks,
scanning libraries,
looking for THE MUSIC.
I've been reading, listening, watching, asking, asking, asking . . .
No response.
. . . until I heard
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather
suits my clothes
Bankin' off of the northeast winds
Sailin' on summer breeze
And skippin' over the ocean like a storm . . .
Then I KNEW it was Last Day.