Still my favorite A23 song. When I'm in anguish over my own "memory of a kiss," I remember this song, and this longing to return to the peace of nothingness.
There's a story in eastern religion about a stream that needs to cross a desert and a mountain. It's a metaphor about reaching enlightenment and fulfillment. The stream is at the edge of the desert, when the wind speaks to it and tells the stream it will carry the water across the desert to the top of the mountain. The stream is afraid because once it gives in to the wind, it will never be the same stream again. But if the stream tries to go through the desert by itself, it will take years, if it makes it through at all. So the wind lifts the stream into the air, taking it apart down to the molecules, and clouds form. The clouds blow over to the mountain, and rain falls. Thus, the stream makes it to its final destination, though in an entirely different form.
Still my favorite A23 song. When I'm in anguish over my own "memory of a kiss," I remember this song, and this longing to return to the peace of nothingness.
There's a story in eastern religion about a stream that needs to cross a desert and a mountain. It's a metaphor about reaching enlightenment and fulfillment. The stream is at the edge of the desert, when the wind speaks to it and tells the stream it will carry the water across the desert to the top of the mountain. The stream is afraid because once it gives in to the wind, it will never be the same stream again. But if the stream tries to go through the desert by itself, it will take years, if it makes it through at all. So the wind lifts the stream into the air, taking it apart down to the molecules, and clouds form. The clouds blow over to the mountain, and rain falls. Thus, the stream makes it to its final destination, though in an entirely different form.