The strangest thing happened recently. My wife and I had a lot of flies in our home. We had no idea how they got in there.
We have this awesome cooker. She cooked something in it and it smelled very good. Perhaps, it was magnetic for the flies.
I handled 5 she (handled 2) killed 5.
Then, on the same day, I heard an awesome song from my college days that I haven’t heard in a while.
I think all the words are relevant for our times. The song, as many do, caused me to reflect on the words. I focused particularly on the ones below.
It is, The Fly, from U2:
It’s no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest.
It’s no secret ambition bites the nails of success.
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief.
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief – over love.
A man will rise
A man will fall
From the sheer fear of love
Like a fly on a wall
It’s no secret.
The video, from the early 1990’s still has a “cutting edge” feel: