So if you hear me
Echo through space
Just know I’m fighting
But I’m okay
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These are the final lyrics of the chorus from a song I worked on called “Loquaciousness”
I wrote those words years ago. It is peculiar and exciting to me how a single song can match up with so many situations.
I have seen this Isle that you call Your own.
I have feverishly sketched it on so many scraps of paper that I can feel myself drawing it within my mind’s eye at this very moment. Every rock and tree, every ridge and curve, the way I’d shade each spot; it all evokes an emotion of some sort to the viewer, though it is impossible to predict which emotion that will be.
I can remember drawing this Island on lined paper with a graphite pencil over and over and over and over. I missed many lessons in favor of trying to see it with my actual eyes.
When I look at that island I feel an intense sense of peace.
That the words I’ve written and the pictures I’ve drawn across the years match up so eerily well with your imagined scenario speaks volumes to the life force that flows through the cosmos and how it inexplicably binds us all together… with or without our knowledge.
Hello. I am person B. I have crossed time and disregarded space to get here. The joy I feel in making this connection is legitimately staggering.
The song takes us in and puts a hauntingly beautiful perspective on this place. Its ambience relaxes as it draws you in, and the deephollow echo of the melody forces your heart to contend with the multiple realities you’ve chosen.
And I know I’m not the only one.
Scientifically we are free to hypothesize, and my hypothesis here is that our collective consciousness sees this place as something we all want, and the Universe wants us to know it’s in the future.
If you want it, you got it, you just got to believe. Or perhaps it doesn’t matter. Or perhaps it does. Or perhaps it is simply what you choose to make of it.
What if Earth wasn’t a planet, but an island floating in space? What if it is both an Island, and a Sphere, and a Whale, and 42 potted plants all at once and in the most maddening way?
Philosophy and metaphysical speculation aside; This is a spectacular piece in its own right. I have played it no less than 7 times while writing this comment, and I still feel the urge to replay it when it ends.
Well done 💚