Like A Rolling Stone - Dylan

Dylan Rolling Stones Hendrix

Heraclitus is known for illustrating the persistence of unity through his words Ta panta rhei kai ouden menei "Everything flows, nothing stands still."i't means all things are constantly changing, constantly in flux, so there is no permanent subject of change. You cannot step into the same river twice. Everything changes and nothing remains .
Engels has confirmed again in Dialectic Of Nature" that the whole Nature has it's existence in eternal comming into being and passing away; in ceaseless flux; unresting motion and changes".

My problems is what is the words Changes itself; for me it's still relatives condition regardings the Observerselfs (primary concerned to time and space). As Sisyphus push the stone to rolling up the hills, the stone always on move and rolled no matter it move forwards or backwards it's steady on progress of Chages , but for garfields as the Observer who sleept and woke has only said that sisyphus just wasting his time since what he has saw the Sone is still there all the days.:-P

Behind all change is a mysterious intelligibility, the logos or meaning. If things are constantly changing, then nothing is knowlable in a rational way, only in a mysterious kind of intuition. His philosophy of change also taught that the conflict of opposites was a prinicple of reality. Conflict is the father of all things polemos pater panton. He argued that change is an illusion.

The senses may tell us that things change, but that only means that the senses deceive us, and sense knowledge is the way of fools. The intellect tells us that all that exists is being, and that being is not divided into being and non-being. Being is one and unchangin

Nope i't not about Blowin With The Winds but it seems near to Like A Rolling Stone rolled down and always on move.

HAPPY NEW YEARS AND KEEPS ON ROLLINGS

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

REV.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

REV.

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

REV.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

REV.

Nürnberg Christmas Market

Nuerenberg is famous for their Christmas market because it's the biggest ones in Germany, and also the oldest. and the most plentiful over

Germans enjoy Gluehwein or "Glow Wine" quite a bit around Christmas and New Year's Day. Gluehwein is also made from raspberry, blueberry and blackberry wines, so the Kids could enjoyed it too. The mixture ingredient cloves and cinnamon so it's smell very strong. The Wine is Mix water, sugar, lemon and spices and simmer for an hour. Strain. Heat but not boiled the red wine. They add wine to hot water mixture. Ladle into cups and serve with half a slice of orange in special Christmas Glass.A favorite place to sip a warming glass is outside at the Christmas market.

1 cup sugar
3 cups water
1 lemon, sliced
20 whole cloves
6 to 8 cinnamon sticks boiled and mixed all together at the and add bottle of wine (DONT used the expensive ones,"Buy it from brothers

ALDI or LIDL " because the KEY SUCCESS of Gluehwein taste not the wine it selves but on cinnamon, cloves and sugar contents)

Anyway difference country difference taste example the Dutchmen changes cinnamo with garlic because they love it very much. The Indonesian love durians so they used more durians rather than cloves. The Irish love rather to changes the water with snaps. SO no matter what their mix as long as they call it Glueh wien i's mine not a big problems. :-P

Frohe Weihnacht or Happy Christmas for All but with Glueh Wein it should be titled with Prost Weinachten
Prost Weinachten Mr.Lawrence :-)

Little Match Girls - HC. Andersen

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In
this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course,
she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold.
Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame,
like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top.

The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully.
The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was
steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the
shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.

But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.

Hans Christian Andersen

Noo commento from me he was perfectly writer.