All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know

And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all

The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try

Try.


-nelly furtado

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alright.
so i'm addicted to Oprah Winfrey Show. i admit it.
but it's really REALLY good for the soul.



today's show was especially unforgetable. She had gone to Auschwitz Death Camp with Professor Elie Wiesel, a Nobel Peace Prize winner and author of the book 'Night'- which chronicles his journey from his home in Sighet to the Nazi death camps in German-occupied Poland during World War II.


and there was one part of the whole journey that really just left me simply tearing. it was just one image. a simple scene of piles and piles of shoes in one of the gas chambers- elegant shoes, poor shoes, dancing shoes and even, children's shoes.

it's what Professor Wiesel said about them that really struck me:

"Look how sad these shoes are, they are crying,
They seem to say, 'Look at me and cry.'
How many Nobel Prize winners died at the age of one? Two?
And whose shoes are here?
One of them could have discovered the remedy for cancer, for AIDS.
the great poets, the great dreamers."


"The death of one child makes no sense,
The death of millions- what sense could it make?
Except for here, now we know.
Whenever people could try to conduct such experiments against another people,
we must be there to shout and say,
'No, we remember.' "






we remember.





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