Beautiful song, Scott, with a poignant video. The lyrics are excellent and I particularly like:

teach me to live that I may dread
the grave no more than my bed
teach me to die that I may wake
my sister my brother no more forsake

And sadly:
diplomats sip their wine
another desert flower dies

I recall recently reading someone saying that war isn't hell, it's worse as in hell only the evil suffer.


Some favourite Waoist Adages:
#1: Play on the Way.
#13: Ask not for whom the flower blooms, it blooms for you.
#58: Bring consciousness to it.
#63: On the road to effortlessness, effort must be made.
#92: Be Love Now, the rest will come on its own.