I agree with the drugs...I think he just woke up from some powerful halluconigetic like acid or shrooms and was still high, or took another hit, feeling powerful enough to be at peace with the limits and truth of life. Or he could be trying to return to dream-world, where there are no limits. He describes himself as a worker, one who sews his unique patchwork of heart and mind, emotion and intelligence, into the quilted dimensons of the universe.
The force of time and space is some divine female who gave birth to life with the conception of those two dimensions, allowing humanity to exist. She is the one singing the chorus, because she has possessed his thoughts with the realization he's having. She's saying it's cool youre doing drugs, making love to my power, but try to stay high without them, keep this mindframe, because my highness is in every one of your thoughts even when you're sober and awake but you're just not realizing it. No matter what, it is in everything.
"Rise my darling, you've been awake too long"- contradicts it self, it seems, but could be saying just that: dreaming is reality (dreams are like being high, too), and everything is backwards like that. When you die, you are eternally dreaming. Getting high and sleeping is getting closer to death, as well as getting closer to "God"
I agree with the drugs...I think he just woke up from some powerful halluconigetic like acid or shrooms and was still high, or took another hit, feeling powerful enough to be at peace with the limits and truth of life. Or he could be trying to return to dream-world, where there are no limits. He describes himself as a worker, one who sews his unique patchwork of heart and mind, emotion and intelligence, into the quilted dimensons of the universe.
The force of time and space is some divine female who gave birth to life with the conception of those two dimensions, allowing humanity to exist. She is the one singing the chorus, because she has possessed his thoughts with the realization he's having. She's saying it's cool youre doing drugs, making love to my power, but try to stay high without them, keep this mindframe, because my highness is in every one of your thoughts even when you're sober and awake but you're just not realizing it. No matter what, it is in everything.
"Rise my darling, you've been awake too long"- contradicts it self, it seems, but could be saying just that: dreaming is reality (dreams are like being high, too), and everything is backwards like that. When you die, you are eternally dreaming. Getting high and sleeping is getting closer to death, as well as getting closer to "God"