So I guess the fortune teller’s right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy lightBut you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don’t care, I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch, I’m tornI’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
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About Trust (2)
He answered with grave kindness, “I know it was hard for you to quite trust me then, for to trust such violence needs to understand, and I take it that you do not, that you cannot, trust me now, for you do not yet understand. And there may be more times when I shall want you to trust when you cannot, and may not, and must not yet understand. But the time will come when your trust shall be whole and complete in me, and when you shall understand as though the sunlight himself shone through. Then you shall bless me from first to last for your own sake, and for the sake of others, and for her dear sake to whom I swore to protect.”
About Persistence
I have my mother’s dreams
I have my fathers eyes
You can’t take that from me
Just go ahead and try
Rise Against — Help Is On The Way
About Fragility
And I can’t tell if you’re laughing
Between each smile there’s a tear in your eye
There’s a train leaving town in an hour
It’s not waiting for you and neither am I
Rise Against — Paper Wings
About Being Free
Don’t be told it can’t be done
Because the best all die young
Yeah we all feel the same
And if there’s nothing left to say
Just have the guts to disagree
Or plaster on a face for meWhoa, where’s your passion? Where’s your fire tonight?
Whoa, I can’t believe there’s nothing you’re willing to hide
Twin Atlantic – Free
About the Facts of Myth
When these [biblical] stories are interpreted, though, not as reports of historic fact, but as merely imagined episodes onto history, and when they are recognised, then, as analogous to like projections produced elsewhere, in China, India, Yucatán, the import becomes obvious; namely, that although false and to be rejected as accounts of physical history, such universally cherished figures of the mythic imagination must represent facts of the mind: “facts of the mind made manifest in a fiction of matter,” as my friend the late Maya Deren once phrased the mystery. And whereas it must, of course, be the task of the historian, archaeologist, and prehistorian to show that the myths are as facts untrue—that there is no one Chosen People of God in this multiracial world, no Found Truth to which we all must bow, no One and Only True Church—it will be more and more, and with incasing urgency, the task of the psychologist and comparative mythologist not only to identify, analyse, and interpret the symbolised “facts of the mind,” but also to evolve techniques for retaining these in health and, as the old traditions of the fading past dissolve, assist mankind to a knowledge and appreciation of our own inward, as well as the world’s outward, orders of fact.
About Change
I’m tired of being me
And I don’t like what I see
I’m not who I appear to be
So I start off every day
Down on my knees I will pray
For a change in any way
But as the day goes by
I live through another lie
If it’s any wonder why