April
14 May 2007
Can you feel the breath of the observer,
Can you hear the quanta calling back?
The argumental motivation,
Implore my distant muse to act.
Sentiment spent on emotions,
Derived from our eternal spark,
All beyond our comprehension,
Watching protons in the dark.
All the love and all the hatred,
Split from our desire to be.
All the love and all the hatred,
Leading to hostilities.
All the saints and all the prophets,
All the secrets that you keep,
Exist with one intriguing question,
Tell me dearest - who are we?
Can you hear the gears of evolution,
Grinding for divinity,
Can you hear the voices of creation,
And the science sprawling from the seas.
Sentiment spent on emotions,
Derived from our eternal spark,
All beyond our comprehension,
Watching protons in the dark.
All the love and all the hatred,
Lovers searching for the seed,
That piece of existential knowing,
That gives tomorrow wings to dream.
All the broken-hearted angels,
Living in the ether seams,
All the love and all the hatred,
Tell me dearest - who are we?
Can you hear the quanta calling back?
The argumental motivation,
Implore my distant muse to act.
Sentiment spent on emotions,
Derived from our eternal spark,
All beyond our comprehension,
Watching protons in the dark.
All the love and all the hatred,
Split from our desire to be.
All the love and all the hatred,
Leading to hostilities.
All the saints and all the prophets,
All the secrets that you keep,
Exist with one intriguing question,
Tell me dearest - who are we?
Can you hear the gears of evolution,
Grinding for divinity,
Can you hear the voices of creation,
And the science sprawling from the seas.
Sentiment spent on emotions,
Derived from our eternal spark,
All beyond our comprehension,
Watching protons in the dark.
All the love and all the hatred,
Lovers searching for the seed,
That piece of existential knowing,
That gives tomorrow wings to dream.
All the broken-hearted angels,
Living in the ether seams,
All the love and all the hatred,
Tell me dearest - who are we?
But though the phantoms of this place
want to steal away your grace
I'll sleep beside you through the cold
i will not leave you here
And in this silence I can hear
all the fury and the fear
but
God is beyond concept in so much as all elements by which concepts can be proclaimed are incapable of describing principles beyond their spectrum. We as cognitive entites are incapable of thinking bey
There are no absolutes within the spectrum of truth simply because the limitations of our language do not allow for statements of precision to exist with hypothetical vulnerability. Logic is not flawl
Sing For The Moment
When I look for answers
Cruel fantasies
Of someone's dreams
That's what we are
We feel so far in here
Far from their highest plans
Far in our land
'Cause we were born
In a cold womb
I wish
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