Between Something & Nothing
Between something and nothing
The ebb and the flow
The words that have meaning
And the ones we let go.
Between truth and fiction
And the dreams that we make
The life that we live
Asleep or awake
Between now and never
What is and is not
The ones that are guilty
And the ones that get shot
Between all we hold dear
And the things we must fear
Lie the questions we ask
As we peek through this mask
At a dream that’s not clear
We appear
To be here.
OPHER 26.11.96
On our first day we open our eyes into a brand new universe. It blinks into existence.
We accept the majesty of it as real and base our lives on the concrete character of its unchanging nature.
We only see a fraction of its reality. We glimpse the rest at best. Our instruments are our spectacles.
So what is this consciousness we hold so dear? A product of biochemistry? An evolutionary phenomenon?
Our awareness is an incredible and amazing delight.
Without it where would we be?