Logos is the king of life
Who gives us the drive
We need to stay
Anything we find out
Always drives us away
you could look at this as meaning the more we find out, the less we know... or the more we need to know. so we never lose our drive, or desire, by attaining our destination.
another way of looking at it might be that if we were to achieve our goals, find the answers, what would keep us going? it calls to mind the Nietzsche quote "He who attains his ideal by that very fact transcends it." an ideal is never attained. it is only strived for, or worked towards. i'm using the word "ideal" in a very broad sense here. once one "attains his ideal," or finds anything out, he is driven away... to a new ideal, a new search. so, ultimately, we don't really want to find out. we thrive on not knowing, and in the constant process of learning and discovering.
Everything was bathed in light
Everything loved it's way
Everything makes sense when you
Look at it from another way
every thing is bathed in light, from some angle, to someone. there is no wrong way, because everything has it's own way. there is nothing that does not make sense, looked at from some point of view, from a certain perspective. it's like a room with a million windows... everyone's going to look in and see the same thing, differently.
Logos is the king of life Who gives us the drive We need to stay Anything we find out Always drives us away
you could look at this as meaning the more we find out, the less we know... or the more we need to know. so we never lose our drive, or desire, by attaining our destination.
another way of looking at it might be that if we were to achieve our goals, find the answers, what would keep us going? it calls to mind the Nietzsche quote "He who attains his ideal by that very fact transcends it." an ideal is never attained. it is only strived for, or worked towards. i'm using the word "ideal" in a very broad sense here. once one "attains his ideal," or finds anything out, he is driven away... to a new ideal, a new search. so, ultimately, we don't really want to find out. we thrive on not knowing, and in the constant process of learning and discovering.
Everything was bathed in light Everything loved it's way Everything makes sense when you Look at it from another way
every thing is bathed in light, from some angle, to someone. there is no wrong way, because everything has it's own way. there is nothing that does not make sense, looked at from some point of view, from a certain perspective. it's like a room with a million windows... everyone's going to look in and see the same thing, differently.