1.Prelude
2.Kirlian Voyager
Down through the centuries the notion that life is rounded in a
dream
has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets.
So doesn't it make sense that death, too, would be wrapped in
dream？
That after death, your conscious life would continue,
in what might be called a dream body？
It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday
dream life,
except that in the post-mortal state - you could never again
wake up.
Never again return to your physical body.
3.Steel For Pappa
4.Dirt Bikes And Street Vendors
5.Bodies In The House Next Door
6.Forbidden Tracks
7.Sunset Dept.
8.Someone
9.La Tristesse Durera Toujours
10.That Missing Week
11.Remember Tomorrow
12.The First Rain And You
I just want to say
Thank you for this day
Masking my dismay
Thank you for this day
13.Warm Hands In Cold Fog
14.Near The Woods
15.Sunshine
16.No Running Water
17.Leaving Georgia
18.Severed
19.Vicious Circle
20.Swollen Trees
21.Submerged Renewed
22.Hello Mr. Tree
23.I Believed In God
24.Pine Ridge, SD
25.That Final Week
26.Returning Flight Theme
27.Floating Through Time
28.Highway One
29.Hello, I'm Benn
30.Suspended In A Sunbeam
(Spoken excerpt from the 1994 book 'Pale Blue Dot' by Carl
Sagans)
...Every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived
there on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena
Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and
emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the
momentary masters of a fraction of a dot
Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one
corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants
of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how
eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that
we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged
by this point of pale light
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark
31.When The Sky Ends
When the leaves are fallen,
And the sky turns gray.
May your tears remember a more joyous day.
I would have lived in envy of a world embraced.
But this escape works only with myself erased.
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