These stills exist as a manifestation,
a vehicle for mental comprehension
of something so vast,
So close your eyes split the atom
and only then will you grasp a blinding light
so intense forever the question you will ask:
IS THIS ME?
The version I'm supposed to be?
Am I the numerator within the fraction,
or the denominator inspired by your stillness of action?
Imprisoned in this chain by a karmic freedom
entrenched so deep answers to which I shall continue to
seek..
How can what is not be all that there is?
How can you be more than anything I know to exist?
How can the ignorance of ME merge into WE
and learn how to be without prejudice my own unique victory?
Satoshi, Satoshi, Satoshi, the pacifism of violence.
Satoshi, Satoshi, Satoshi, the deafening roar of silence.
