Momentum - Prelude | Текст песни

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• Momentum
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consider; we are the mouth piece
sensory organs of this universe
the culmination of countless increments
forged in the furnace of disparate stars

consider; we are the cosmos
we are the fabric observing itself
our very nature, deliberation
an infinite lattice of sentient thought

given this gift, with which we have squandered
failed custodians of a planet
unable to bear the weight of our girth
infatuation with indignant effigies
rendering ourselves unable to hear

untuned receivers, inept we are baffled
by the stifling clamor of a trillion mouths
our incomprehension from malnutrition
starving cerebrum, cut off from the source
our epoch short lived, unable to breath

catatonic! we ignore forewarning!
or invitation
to expand ideas!
for the benefit of all.

vessels, corroded with obtuse lore!

Life itself is the logical conclusion of the many physical reactions of complex elements and environments – it is an inevitability that provides this universe with the five senses. If we are to look beyond the archaic ideology of a deity and a creation myth, a wonderful analogy is to imagine the universe rather like that of an organism, that we are its constituent parts and that every movement, from the smallest molecule to a collapsing star – is linked by energy and gravity, amongst a myriad of other subtle changes that chime the ebb and flow of existence. To imagine us as those senses of the universe, we allow it to observe itself. And yet, despite this, we are deaf and dumb to possibilities presented before us, wrapped up in the mountains of trivial nonsense that plague our ability to progress. We do not listen and we do not learn. It is frightening to imagine that through our own short sightedness, our existence will go out like a spent candle, without ever full comprehending the majesty of being alive.