Blessed are the peacemakers, the humble and pure of heart for they shall inherit the earth. Met a Christian baptist lay preacher who was recycling today that helps to run the Christian tent at the top of the Pyramid Stage. A lovely man who sees God all around and he looks like the snooker player Steve Davis who regularly djs here. He says God is to be found here but then if you are looking you can find Her everywhere.
But time to go home to my partner and reality and realise the glimpse of a better world that Glastonbury brings into sharp focus is more than just an illusion. Be kind to your neighbours , smile and help when you can and receive kindness in return and you will be more than rewarded, but if you are from the north you will be used to that already Its not what you have but what you do and the differences you made to folks on the way.
The greatest lesson my partner taught me was open your heart and let the love come in. I'm in the cult for sure and, thank god for the fallow year I want to embrace my inner bastard once again.Which will probably happen at Fleet motorway services, it nearly always does.
Its a funny old world and seeing this wonderful place go quiet and disappear into the dirt saddens me because in a way its a metaphor for life - we come from nothing burn brightly for mere moments in the scheme of things and then disappear which for a few decades after we have gone will be to be lost in the obscurity of time, barely remembered except in the hearts of those we touched or influenced on the way. The Brigadoon of Somerset as it were.
Or its just a lot of smug pretentious wankers mostly off their heads enjoying a few days away from the troubles of the world sanctimoniously thinking they have experienced something special or or profound.
As Bob Vylan aptly said all those years ago... the answer is blowing in the Vind. Probably
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