Wednesday, August 8, 2012

When Lyrics Speak to Me

"Never Meant to Know" by Tally Hall


Woke up today with a lay of the land
Feather in cap and the sun in the sand
It was easy
It was easy to understand
Everything suddenly falls out of sight 
Every attachment is made of delight
That you offered 
You have offered to give me life 

CHORUS
See the sky and all the land together again
See the way the earth can stay below
Who do we think we are? 
Everything plays a part 
There are some things we are never meant to know 

Having enjoyed all the meat from the bone
Is perfectly equal to being alone
It was even
But you breathe and I turn to stone
Everything suddenly looks like a sign 
Easy to see from the outermost clime 
I believe in what I leave in the way behind

CHORUS

And all the parts combine to one 
And all of us around the sun 
Everything will fall away 
To order from the disarray 
See the sun the shadows cast
From all the times I floated past
See the ocean spinning out
With all the hope; all the doubt

See the sky and all the land together again
See the way the earth can stay below
Who do we think we are?
Everything plays a part
There are some things we don't understand
Reasons on the other hand
There are some things we are never meant to know
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Never has a song resonated with my outlook in life than this one.  I think it takes one profound moment--one encounter with something completely out of your own understanding and reasoning to change the way you see the world to such where everything suddenly looks like a sign.  For me that moment came in Juarez, Mexico.  And since then, I've seen that the Creator indeed intervenes in the affairs of insignificant humans like myself.

I think this is where I renounce my deist views as much as it gave me comfort to know what I was and what my beliefs could be labeled as at that point in my life.  It's time for some cognitive dissonance.  It's time for new struggles to figure out what I believe.

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