11-08-2013, 12:06 AM
Phil, Alan Watts?
But, the playground's now on fire, and we've reached critical mass. The bell's rang, and recess is over.
And now the music divides
Us into tribes
You grew your hair so I grew mine
You said the past won't rest
Until we jump the fence
And leave it behind
In the suburbs
I learned to drive
And you told me we would never survive
So grab your mother's keys we leave tonight
Beyond the fence/frame?
"Where I go, you cannot follow."
The self/frame/thinker will never touch the infinite. The dissolution of it, opens being. Pre-thought. Post-thought. It's all rock n roll to me.
But, the playground's now on fire, and we've reached critical mass. The bell's rang, and recess is over.
And now the music divides
Us into tribes
You grew your hair so I grew mine
You said the past won't rest
Until we jump the fence
And leave it behind
In the suburbs
I learned to drive
And you told me we would never survive
So grab your mother's keys we leave tonight
Beyond the fence/frame?
"Where I go, you cannot follow."
The self/frame/thinker will never touch the infinite. The dissolution of it, opens being. Pre-thought. Post-thought. It's all rock n roll to me.