LOL! You can't think of the one without the other if you lived through both.
Just drove home, sat back, and listened to Thick As A Brick one more time, real loud. It's still stunning.
"Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!"
This was always my favorite stanza:
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water —
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other —
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary’s creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling —
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping — their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
[and it’s really cruel for y’all to infect me with a 45 minute long “ear-worm”]....:)