Like the Wind, I sweep through majestic landscapes
Wandering, lost, among endless deserts, forests
Deep seas and high mountains
They rise, glorious but melancholic around me
As if knowing... their own impermanence
How small and insignificant they make me feel
Then, time creeps in, and I remember Death
And questions do not leave me
Why did the first organic molecule copy itself?
Did it think it could retain its consciousness that way?
Or hoped that its offspring would someway, someday, escape mortality?
Maybe through constant change and evolution?
Gaia screams and coils around me
The organic and inorganic in union
Affecting and re-defining each other
Is it complete, that way, or still void, as ourselves
Seeking for fullfillment?
I see the pain and meaninglessness, and feel it deep inside
The cycle of renewal, of the demise of individual existence, is still one of tragedy
Why would we have attained consciousness
If we were always supposed to adhere to the Eternal Law?
Is my Will opposite to that of the Outer?
Or, can we forge paths of harmony, inbetween us?
If I can dream, therefore I can transform
We are Warriors of the Universe. We are here for a reason
I believe it wants us to change it. It wants us to evolve ourselves, then our surroundings
But how? In what direction? Where is right and wrong, in the cosmic scale?
Is it enough to be "good" human beings?
Or is this feat, of such unimaginable difficulty
That every human must absolutely surpass the limits of one's existance
Towards greater and greater understanding, complexity, continuity, fulfillment
In a great mission to defeat Gravity, to liberate, once and forever
All Existence from the cycle of birth and death (bang and crunch)
To extend into all dimensions, physical and temporal