MUSINGS

Man has to communicate. It is built into him. He has to speak, write or sign-- sometimes just to beckon, nod or wink. Solitude for any length of time will drive him nuts. On the other hand his silence or somnambulistic moods will drive his partner nuts.

It has been said to be silent is to be thought stupid, but to speak is to remove all doubt.

John Lawton said: "The irony of the Information Age is that it has given new respectability to uninformed opinion".

The current drive for education has produced several generations of over- educated idiots, who believe because of their degrees, they have a superior intellect and can proclaim to and direct others.

Then what is to be said of the communicators ? Maybe, speak now or forever hold your peace?

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,

Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

"Beautiful Dreamer' A POEM BY STEPHEN FOSTER