And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
WHY. SO. GOOD? SO BRILLIANT.
we're stuck in our habits, in our minds, in our flaws, we can't escape. and we go in cycles when we think we're moving forward, but really we just end up making the same errors we've made in our past, but in a slightly different way. these errors, these things we can't escape about ourselves are these patterns burned into the wall. "for in darkness i must dwell," we must learn to accept these inescapable truths about ourselves... as much as we want to escape the finite truths about ourselves and live in the infinite, we must rather create a sort of synthesis between the two and dwell in the darkness of the knowledge that we can never live in infinite bliss as much as we would like to.
And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell, And it's fitting that it should, For in darkness I must dwell. Like the color of my skin, Or the day that I grow old, My life is made of patterns That can scarcely be controlled.
WHY. SO. GOOD? SO BRILLIANT.
we're stuck in our habits, in our minds, in our flaws, we can't escape. and we go in cycles when we think we're moving forward, but really we just end up making the same errors we've made in our past, but in a slightly different way. these errors, these things we can't escape about ourselves are these patterns burned into the wall. "for in darkness i must dwell," we must learn to accept these inescapable truths about ourselves... as much as we want to escape the finite truths about ourselves and live in the infinite, we must rather create a sort of synthesis between the two and dwell in the darkness of the knowledge that we can never live in infinite bliss as much as we would like to.