When the world and I were young,
Just yesterday.
Life was such a simple game,
A child could play.
It was easy then to tell right from wrong.
Easy then to tell weak from strong.
When a man should stand and fight,
Or just go along.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear.
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate,
The foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.By Barry Mann and Cyntha WeilI hear so much about that shopkeepers daughter, Margaret Thatcher.
Financial experts on the CBC in Canada like Dennis O'Leary who say that her policies saved England.
Trade unions who condemn her for destroying the labor movement and England.
The above lyrics from a popular song by the Monkees in the 60s pretty much sum it up, for me.
The older I get the less sure of anything I get.
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
-Friedrich Nietzsche