I must have forgotten to take my rampant paranoia pills that day. That smile looks like it could use a face job. Did you get a chance to see any of Cohen's concerts over the summer? I've read some good reviews of them on here. It's pretty amazing that he can still do it at 73. I didn't make any of t...

What do you mean you can't bear to read some of the posts on here? I took that to mean mine.

I don't mind if people take comfort from their religions, just as long as they don't force it on me. I don't go looking to try and persuade people to my agnostic point of view and I merely ask for kind reciprocation from religious people.

It seems an odd coincidence that you mention the idea of being directed because I am writing a paper about the novel "The Remains of the Day". In the paper I'm going to focus on the problem of the main character's identity, or lack thereof. The guy is a butler and he is preoccupied with ve...

I have always been struck by the lines "And death is old/But it's always new". Does it mean that you shouldn't be afraid of death because so many people have gone before, or so many graves have been filled? Or does it imply a personal aspect to death, unlike the communal troughs which orga...

I noticed that the last lines of this song, off of Dear Heather, echo the last lines of the John Keats poem Ode to a Nightingale. Cohen sings, "Though you are singing far away/I can no longer hear you". The last words of the Keats poem are "Fled is that music/Do I wake or sleep?"