The following is a magic act. Not really, but that's what they call it when things are made to vanish or teleport across the room or be sawed in two. This evening I've been compelled to turn something inside out. A song, to be exact. But don't worry, it'll remain intact, and hopefully be none the worse for wear when I'm done with it.
How are we off on a tangent again?
Oh we say what we say
And the poison is breaking our skin
We stray from those things that should sustain us, and our focus is all wrong. This will only open our lives up to those things that can not possibly sustain us.
What's to blame? It's an argument no one can win
Because at best we don't know
And it's wearing us thin
It's not our fault that we are this way. We don't have all the answers, and shouldn't expect to. So we need to stop seeking at dry wells.
We are caught in a wheel spun around on the truth
Maybe we don't need to know
Any more than we have to
There are answers in there somewhere, but take comfort in the fact that they play out in our life without us needing to understand them. We have meaning whether or not we realize it - in fact, in spite of us trying to comprehend.
And we stare at the sun
But we never see anything there
Just the glare has become
All that we'll ever see there
When we try and see the face of God with our eyes on this earth, we can't. When we try for our own sense of omniscience, when we draw a straight line in the wild and use science to explain why the soul moves, we fail utterly. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Heb 11:1).
The sky is always wondering
What are these arguments about
You'd think we'd have noticed
Our eyes are burning out
We should have learned by now
When we try and gain control, we miss the point, and we condemn ourselves to blindness.
The song is "Stare at the Sun" by Mute Math. (2006)
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