Jan 2019
The sound is born in the tension of a string
But what holds it tight is just a dream
And the echo tells me sweetly
I, too, must be a conduit
As dear to You as anything is
There's a deep, profound Incongruence
Between the inside and the Out
But no, I think there mustn't be
Because sometimes I feel numb.
And others, gush emotion for the
Ever-loving sun
And everything is as it should,
Unbalanced but for one
And on and on until my pretty
Chamber song is done
But what holds it tight is just a dream
And the echo tells me sweetly
I, too, must be a conduit
As dear to You as anything is
There's a deep, profound Incongruence
Between the inside and the Out
But no, I think there mustn't be
Because sometimes I feel numb.
And others, gush emotion for the
Ever-loving sun
And everything is as it should,
Unbalanced but for one
And on and on until my pretty
Chamber song is done
Soooo it's kind of this idea that I'm a person and everything else isn't, but it's interesting how people would look at God like he's person. There's sort of an interesting idea in there that if this God is Nothing, it makes sense because so are we. There is an apparent incongruence there but it doesn't really exist. And anyway you're just playing with biological machinery meant for socializing.
(Another place)
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