We've been sold (collectively), deceived and believe in a pot of gold somewhere over the rainbow.
BS is what I believe the author is saying we believe in. We've been sold BS that we is an illusion. I think it's self-explanatory: This life is it and the only life we will ever know. The rest is an illusion that we been sold and believe in
He has yet to accept to this which is the reason he can't move on. He has accepted his plight so one can only hope to be some small part (or is it moth) of eternity.
The instrumental epilogue is a transition into accepting this reality and it does a pretty convincing celebration to the life that we do have and so then it off to whatever this life holds for us. Getting the most out of being here for as long as that may be.
Accepting this version of what awaits us is hard for most of us to accept but the illusion of another tomorrow can inhibited us from getting the most out of this life we are currently experiencing
We've been sold (collectively), deceived and believe in a pot of gold somewhere over the rainbow.
BS is what I believe the author is saying we believe in. We've been sold BS that we is an illusion. I think it's self-explanatory: This life is it and the only life we will ever know. The rest is an illusion that we been sold and believe in
He has yet to accept to this which is the reason he can't move on. He has accepted his plight so one can only hope to be some small part (or is it moth) of eternity.
The instrumental epilogue is a transition into accepting this reality and it does a pretty convincing celebration to the life that we do have and so then it off to whatever this life holds for us. Getting the most out of being here for as long as that may be.
Accepting this version of what awaits us is hard for most of us to accept but the illusion of another tomorrow can inhibited us from getting the most out of this life we are currently experiencing