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ılı.lıllılı. RΞVΞRBΞLΛTIΦNS .ılıllıl.ılı

everready0202

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Lyrics

Intro

You see, we tend to imagine another dimension as somewhere else.

A place beyond the stars, perhaps, requiring a rather sophisticated vehicle.

But consider what happens when a piece of music changes your experience of this moment.

You have gone nowhere.

And yet, you are somewhere you have never been.

Instrumental

Spoken

Imagine a creature living entirely upon the surface of a sheet of paper.

You put your finger through that surface, and something quite extraordinary appears in its world.

It sees a shape arriving from nowhere.

Growing.

Changing.

Then disappearing.

And naturally, it invents a very elaborate explanation.

But from your perspective, you were simply moving your finger.

Now, I wonder how much of what we call reality is like that.

How much are we explaining from the surface of the paper?

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Build

Listen to what happens when the sound begins to rise.

You anticipate something.

You lean toward it.

For a moment, your entire universe is organized around an event that has not yet occurred.

And then—

Hook

Interdimensional reverberation,

Lose yourself inside the oscillation.

Every wave becomes a revelation,

You and I beyond imagination.

Instrumental

Spoken

When you listen very closely, where does the music happen?

You can point to the loudspeaker.

You can describe the movement of the air.

But neither of those is the experience you are having.

The music requires your participation.

Your memories, your attention, the peculiar way a certain note makes you feel that you have returned somewhere.

Even when you have never heard it before.

So the listener is doing something rather remarkable.

Helping the universe become audible to itself.

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Spoken

We spend a great deal of our lives trying to get outside ourselves.

To have a larger experience.

To see beyond the little collection of habits we refer to as "me."

And occasionally, it happens.

You become so absorbed in listening that you forget to keep checking whether you are enjoying yourself.

There is simply the experience.

Then, of course, you say, "Good heavens, where did I go?"

And that is a very interesting question.

Because everything became more vivid when you stopped supervising it.

instrumental

Hook

Interdimensional reverberation,

Lose yourself inside the oscillation.

Every wave becomes a revelation,

You and I beyond imagination.

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