He is dead. In fact, he died before I was born. I am not sure why this man sings so powerfully to my soul; why I feel his words resound in my vision for humanity... But I do. Any time I drift into one of my "there is no hope for us, humanity sucks, we should simply die off" moods, his songs and the way he tried to live remind me that there are people in this world who want to work towards something greater/simpler than what we have now.

This day depresses me. I can feel the loss of him. I, however, am the first to blow off the idea of celebs being family (you know, like when Princess Diana dies and half the world acted as if they had lost a sister or something). I guess that Lennon was prophet-like in his influence. I feel for his soul what, I suppose, Christians feel for Jesus-- a a profound sense of thanks and love. I am greatful that he lived. I know that he made mistakes in his life, he was at times spiteful and made poor choices, but the practical vision of love and peace he held made his mistakes seperate from his. It is, in my mind, as if there were two John Lennons-- the man (as human as any other human) and the prophet (one whose words transended humanity while embracing it). His words held such truth that they have an almost divine quality.

He wanted us to just imagine a world without hate and greed and nationalistic seperation. There is no anger in that song, just a knowle