Embryos being old.
Humans being born.
How can the new succeed what is gone?
How can the wise man ever be young once more?
How can life be alive without ever dying,
how could death die without being alive?
Oh, deep inside I knew.
From the very beginning, the cosmos was old.
(And then, it was born…)
In a cosmos full of everything how can change be?
In a cosmos full of nothing, how can we exist?
What other proof do you need?
A cosmos full of nothingness.
Full of you and me.
An ever changing cosmos.
Why do we seek stability in such a world?
Ask the simple questions…
And the cosmos will disappear…
In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.
In a World full of nothing, there is nothing that can Be.
Except the simplest things that we still seek.
Me. You. He. She.
In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.
And I still seek for answers.
Refusing to accept what the universe whispers to me.
(What can die, could never live…)
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All that is needed is a clip and a photo to create a video.
All that is needed for a book to be written is an idea.
All that is needed for a person to be born is a small cell.
All that is needed for the cosmos to unfold is void and the idea of energy being positive and negative as well.
In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.
Except the simplest things that we still seek.
Me. You. He.
In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.
And I always seek that answer.
Refusing to accept what the universe tries to say to me.
(What can die, could never live…)
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