Intellectual Reference Point Restoration
When the human race learns to read the language of symbolism, a great veil will fall from the eyes of men.
With a wave of his hand, he had made the Earth a planet and set it spinning.
The world is spinning, turning day to night, and my thoughts are running at the speed of light.
We accept the reality of the world with which we’re presented. It’s as simple as that.
If you are confused, check with the sun. Carry a compass to help you along. Your feet are going to be on the ground. Your head is there to move you around.
One day the blood won’t flow so gladly. One day we’ll all get still. Get still.
To start by making the trade center disappear, though, seems a good way to begin.
And our lives are forever changed. We will never be the same.
I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
See a pearl form, a diamond in the rough. See a bird soaring high above the flood. It’s in your blood, it’s in your blood.
Looks like it’s time to decide, are you here, are you now, is this it?
Somebody I never met, but in a way I know. Didn’t think that you could get so much from a picture show.
Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be so hard. I’m going back to the start.
Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it.
Read it in the books, in the crannies and the nooks, there are books to read.
They had to imagine the sun as something that does not move in relation to the earth and the earth even as something moving.
With only one or two human-made structures visible from Earth orbit, everything else that divides us – national borders, politics, languages, skin color, who you worship – is invisible to you.
Let’s all have a good time before the great divide. ‘Cause things will start separating come 2025.
From the top of the world every which way is down.
If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling. Listen to reason, reason is calling.
You pull me close, and we start to move. And we’re spinnin’ with the stars above. And you lift me up in a wave of love.
(Gravity … is a very “occult” force, given that no one has ever seen it.)
Your world just spins whilst mine stands still. Nothing’s changed in your gravity grave.
Day after day, alone on a hill, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
No longer riding on the merry-go-round. I just had to let it go.
Is the truth really there? Or is it right under our hair? For all we know it’s been there all the time.
I wander through fiction to look for the truth, buried beneath all the lies.
Circle in the sand, round and round, never ending love is what we’ve found.
Who’s to say what’s impossible? Well they forgot, this world keeps spinning.
You start to see the world a little differently when you turn it upside down.
And I’m trying to believe in things that I don’t know. The turning of the world, the color of your soul.
We’re seeing things in a different way and God knows it ain’t his.
… how various arguments fit together, how several measurements interlock with one another, and how different theories are suddenly introduced to add strength to the edifice.
I hoped to find why the world wasn’t glowing It’s darker as we end this ride.