Word and thought exist in their unformed state within the Aether.. which in itself, is without beginning nor end..
And so it is within that union into the Perpetual that words and thought are metabolized into existence.. i.e. "Brought out into the light of day" .. within the working agreement of body, mind, soul and spirit.. which in part, is of the finite.. and in part of the eternal..
Which all, in itself places us in commune with the Aether; (and all of the spirits within that it contains)
And so the circle of inspiration is complete, but clearly.. not only is it without beginning,
but also.. without end.
I see the world feel the chill Which way to go Windowsill I see the words on a rocking horse of time I see the birds in the rain
Oh dear Dad can you see me now I am myself like you somehow I'll ride the wave where it takes me I'll hold the pain Release me
Oh dear Dad Can you see me now I am myself like you somehow I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me I'm opened up