And You Knew It All Along, I Knew It All Along...
Dieses Herz War Fur Brechend Machen
It is so much easier to breathe when the lights are out. We were having a private conversation, which of course, included a multitude of senses and sensations all clamoring for attention at once. I remember being alive once. We all nodded in agreement; truly we all remembered what it was like to be alive. In fact a few of us had even created adventures from the stuff that dreams are made of, sand and tar and tears and hopes. To be wholly honest, we knew what being alive was, but in our haste to recompense the duller senses who had lost themselves in the initial rush of "life" we had forgotten ourselves what it was. It was not that they had 'lost" themselves per say; perhaps the better term would be "enlightened." They had achieved a heightened status, a plateau where damage was multiplied and the deeper recesses of longing found endless nights of chilling cold. I do recall absence as being essential. Again we nodded, supporting the stated recollection. Absence of course was essential, for without absence, fulfillment was a meaningless word. We smirked softly, not with malicious intent, nevaR, but rather with the quite knowledge that we were there, quietly stoking our own fires in our canyon-side caves suspended above the darker space. I think the truth was somewhere in between. To this we scratched at our heads, our beads, twiddled our thumbs, and twirled the long ends of our hair, all in a general cacophony of non-verbal interruption. The locus though was upon the statement and the labyrinthine way it was unfolding in our minds. Of course the truth is always somewhere in between, no, that cannot be right, for then truth lacks meaning and if truth lacks meaning than meaning itself dissolves into over intellectual name calling. We puzzled it for a long time, waiting out the speakers silence with our own battles. After some time we came to a general agreement that "this" truth was indeed somewhere in between, but that the baser truths, the core beliefs that the speaker had intertwined in the foundation of said actions, was sound. So much distance, over the waves and wires. Now this was something we knew. What with being made up of waves and wires we could completely relate. The pulsing of electrical signals and the vibrations of aural machinations formed the very bodies, actions and sets we became. There was a joy that rushed between the multitude and we shivered and shimmered and shook at the thought that we were indeed involved. But the speaker's next comment stilled us. Beruhig sein. We complied instantly, not truly understanding the verbiage, instead feeling the power invested in the words and the innate trembling that accompanied the order. Schalf nun. More words invested with hunger and horror and watchfulness. Who is to say that we were not a part of the words, making the forms like Plato's esoteric dream? The inner vibrancy was struck in us all, shimmer and shiver and shake. The speaker repeated the words again; Schalf nun. A weariness came across the vast crowd, we all felt the hunger as an ache, but the dreamscape was reaching out to us. Our mistress, the quiet queen of effortless remembrance was waiting on the other side of the waking mind. Don't look back; I remember fire and the hush of cooling passion in die auzgedehnte Meer. We were so close to the edge now, lulled by the firm and steady voice, the impartation of thought and knowledge and we heavy hearts we replied; Wir wissen, Herr, wir wissen Sie! But we did not know. The thick broth of misunderstanding and miscommunication was evident in the speakers chest, the great sigh and the weighty exhale told us as much. We saw so well in the dark, watching the open eyes dance against the empty sky. Dieses Herz war fur brechend machen. Who were we to say we understood, being simply the multitude of the mind.
Ich hoffe du nun schlafen...
Der Morgenstern
Rocking Horse Winner/State Of Feeling Concentration "Sleep Well"
I'm drifting so as you drift off
I walk down to the ocean
And I'll sail away, far away
Away I go (away I go, away I go)
One thing I know
I sail too deep (I sail too deep, I sail too deep)
Sleep well, sweet dreams, goodnight
It is so much easier to breathe when the lights are out. We were having a private conversation, which of course, included a multitude of senses and sensations all clamoring for attention at once. I remember being alive once. We all nodded in agreement; truly we all remembered what it was like to be alive. In fact a few of us had even created adventures from the stuff that dreams are made of, sand and tar and tears and hopes. To be wholly honest, we knew what being alive was, but in our haste to recompense the duller senses who had lost themselves in the initial rush of "life" we had forgotten ourselves what it was. It was not that they had 'lost" themselves per say; perhaps the better term would be "enlightened." They had achieved a heightened status, a plateau where damage was multiplied and the deeper recesses of longing found endless nights of chilling cold. I do recall absence as being essential. Again we nodded, supporting the stated recollection. Absence of course was essential, for without absence, fulfillment was a meaningless word. We smirked softly, not with malicious intent, nevaR, but rather with the quite knowledge that we were there, quietly stoking our own fires in our canyon-side caves suspended above the darker space. I think the truth was somewhere in between. To this we scratched at our heads, our beads, twiddled our thumbs, and twirled the long ends of our hair, all in a general cacophony of non-verbal interruption. The locus though was upon the statement and the labyrinthine way it was unfolding in our minds. Of course the truth is always somewhere in between, no, that cannot be right, for then truth lacks meaning and if truth lacks meaning than meaning itself dissolves into over intellectual name calling. We puzzled it for a long time, waiting out the speakers silence with our own battles. After some time we came to a general agreement that "this" truth was indeed somewhere in between, but that the baser truths, the core beliefs that the speaker had intertwined in the foundation of said actions, was sound. So much distance, over the waves and wires. Now this was something we knew. What with being made up of waves and wires we could completely relate. The pulsing of electrical signals and the vibrations of aural machinations formed the very bodies, actions and sets we became. There was a joy that rushed between the multitude and we shivered and shimmered and shook at the thought that we were indeed involved. But the speaker's next comment stilled us. Beruhig sein. We complied instantly, not truly understanding the verbiage, instead feeling the power invested in the words and the innate trembling that accompanied the order. Schalf nun. More words invested with hunger and horror and watchfulness. Who is to say that we were not a part of the words, making the forms like Plato's esoteric dream? The inner vibrancy was struck in us all, shimmer and shiver and shake. The speaker repeated the words again; Schalf nun. A weariness came across the vast crowd, we all felt the hunger as an ache, but the dreamscape was reaching out to us. Our mistress, the quiet queen of effortless remembrance was waiting on the other side of the waking mind. Don't look back; I remember fire and the hush of cooling passion in die auzgedehnte Meer. We were so close to the edge now, lulled by the firm and steady voice, the impartation of thought and knowledge and we heavy hearts we replied; Wir wissen, Herr, wir wissen Sie! But we did not know. The thick broth of misunderstanding and miscommunication was evident in the speakers chest, the great sigh and the weighty exhale told us as much. We saw so well in the dark, watching the open eyes dance against the empty sky. Dieses Herz war fur brechend machen. Who were we to say we understood, being simply the multitude of the mind.
Ich hoffe du nun schlafen...
Der Morgenstern
Rocking Horse Winner/State Of Feeling Concentration "Sleep Well"
I'm drifting so as you drift off
I walk down to the ocean
And I'll sail away, far away
Away I go (away I go, away I go)
One thing I know
I sail too deep (I sail too deep, I sail too deep)
Sleep well, sweet dreams, goodnight