Blue parrot, talk me through. Tell me how I can come to you.
I am reliant on the words you say. But your words are not more than my own.
Give me wisdom, give me hope. Only the blue parrot can help me, help me, help me.
Is it you or is it me, what made the blue parrot's words come to be?
Perhaps I should be my own blue parrot, for I am me, and him I am yet to see.
My own blue parrot I am, it has been revealed. From my ignorance came wisdom, for it is the truth that I seek.

I am but a shimmer of light in a sea of gold, with its horizon being beyond perception. My only certainty is knowing about the horizon from which there is no return, and that my light will reach it at any moment.

I fear not what I shall find there, if not for the certainty of its existence. You cannot see thereafter, nor imagine what it is. That is what reassures me, for when my light reaches past the horizon, it will all make sense.