Love isn't something that we invented. It's... observable, powerful. It has to mean something
Love has meaning, yes. Social utility, social bonding, child rearing
We love people who have died. Where's the social utility in that?
None
Maybe it means something more - something we can't yet understand
Maybe it's some evidence, some artefact of a higher dimension
That we can't consciously perceive
I'm drawn across the universe to someone I haven't seen in a decade
Who I know is probably dead
Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space
We've forgotten who we are: explorers, pioneers... not caretakers
I don't understand
Help me mama!
Mama sorry Ann, what day is it, Do you know baby? Sunday
Jadher Moreno - 1951 (Beyond Ephemeral Chaos) Lyrics
Jadher Moreno - 1951 (Beyond Ephemeral Chaos) Lyrics
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Love isn't something that we invented. It's... observable, powerful. It has to mean something
Love has meaning, yes. Social utility, social bonding, child rearing
We love people who have died. Where's the social utility in that?
None
Maybe it means something more - something we can't yet understand
Maybe it's some evidence, some artefact of a higher dimension
That we can't consciously perceive
I'm drawn across the universe to someone I haven't seen in a decade
Who I know is probably dead
Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space
We've forgotten who we are: explorers, pioneers... not caretakers
I don't understand
Help me mama!
Mama sorry Ann, what day is it, Do you know baby? Sunday
Love has meaning, yes. Social utility, social bonding, child rearing
We love people who have died. Where's the social utility in that?
None
Maybe it means something more - something we can't yet understand
Maybe it's some evidence, some artefact of a higher dimension
That we can't consciously perceive
I'm drawn across the universe to someone I haven't seen in a decade
Who I know is probably dead
Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space
We've forgotten who we are: explorers, pioneers... not caretakers
I don't understand
Help me mama!
Mama sorry Ann, what day is it, Do you know baby? Sunday
Writer: Jadher Moreno
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