Life so transient. Full of anger. But that passes. Just like life and death. Technology and science creates so much aesthetics. So easy to be swayed by this beauty and revert to primal hedonism. Maybe ''love'' is inverted ''evol''-ution after all? Maybe that will save us? Not having money or many sexy partners. I feel that is what Neil Finn is expressing here.
Suns, like everything (ala The Gaia Hypothesis) can be correlated back to people (anything can be linked ala '''Seven Degrees Of Separation''' in life, the universe and everything). We/others/the inanimate all burn up: from happiness, love, joy, sorrow and pain. So many have died in wars or genocide, or even cancer, obesity and more mundane causes...ala 'they come and go in a blink of an eye'.
Is there a purpose or design, like the Final Destination films to it all? Quite loudly chaotic: all these puns, claims, counter-claims, newspapers, articles, magazines, books, Wikipedia and social media vitriol. In the end, we make sense of it in our own way. Little use trying to relate it to others innate and individual (probably different) wiring.
Please me with your promises, hurt me with your lies...baby can you hear the message that I'm sending? LOVE ME LIKE THE WORLD IS ENDING - BL.
Life so transient. Full of anger. But that passes. Just like life and death. Technology and science creates so much aesthetics. So easy to be swayed by this beauty and revert to primal hedonism. Maybe ''love'' is inverted ''evol''-ution after all? Maybe that will save us? Not having money or many sexy partners. I feel that is what Neil Finn is expressing here.
Suns, like everything (ala The Gaia Hypothesis) can be correlated back to people (anything can be linked ala '''Seven Degrees Of Separation''' in life, the universe and everything). We/others/the inanimate all burn up: from happiness, love, joy, sorrow and pain. So many have died in wars or genocide, or even cancer, obesity and more mundane causes...ala 'they come and go in a blink of an eye'.
Is there a purpose or design, like the Final Destination films to it all? Quite loudly chaotic: all these puns, claims, counter-claims, newspapers, articles, magazines, books, Wikipedia and social media vitriol. In the end, we make sense of it in our own way. Little use trying to relate it to others innate and individual (probably different) wiring.
Please me with your promises, hurt me with your lies...baby can you hear the message that I'm sending? LOVE ME LIKE THE WORLD IS ENDING - BL.
[EDIT]: We/others/the inanimate all burn up: from happiness, love, joy, sorrow and pain ('boredom' even).
[EDIT]: We/others/the inanimate all burn up: from happiness, love, joy, sorrow and pain ('boredom' even).