To: Solon who wrote (17736 ) 11/15/2011 2:05:47 AM From: 2MAR$ Respond to of 69300 Isis ... the godess Pavarti is no slouching beast to Bethlehem either but Isis was worshipped greatly thru the mediterranean 2000yrs ago , hope her time comes again certainly alot more inspiring than this bunk bulk religion with its endless disruptions , fatwahs , conflicts , shallowness & shallow followers , that's are so full of itself/themselves . Beth Orton & the genius William Orbit team up beautifully here in an early 90's synthesis of which he did most tasteful extended pieces , certainly catches the flavor & feel of water and the River Godess ...this was from MTV when it still had an IQ William Orbit - Water From A Vine Leaf youtube.com Sure do miss the ninety's ...they were full of promise , fresh ventures and if it was a bubble it sure was an exciting one...what a ride of our lives they managed to screw up with another war ... and soon we have the bombing of Iran to look forward too , that prediction i made 4yrs ago just about ready to come true . This would certainly be in any Bible collection of my choosing , but in the Old Testament section ;) "Tono Bungay" But in these plethoric times when there is too much coarse stuff for everybody and the struggle for life takes the form of competitive advertisement and the effort to fill your neighbour's eye, when there is no urgent demand either for personal courage, sound nerves or stark beauty, we find ourselves by accident. Always before these times the bulk of the people did not over-eat themselves, because they couldn't, whether they wanted to do so or not, and all but a very few were kept "fit" by unavoidable exercise and personal danger. Now, if only he pitch his standard low enough and keep free from pride, almost any one can achieve a sort of excess. You can go through contemporary life fudging and evading, indulging and slacking, never really hungry nor frightened nor passionately stirred, your highest moment a mere sentimental orgasm, and your first real contact with primary and elemental necessities, the sweat of your death-bed. HG Wells from "Tono Bungay" chapt 10