Archaean horizon The first sunrise On a pristine Gaea Opus perfectum Somewhere there, us sleeping
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet Sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time In the sun, to work at understanding the universe And how we have come to wake up in it?
2.) Life
The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter Luca
The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the mother of all
We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth
Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life
The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the mother of all
We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth
We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful Every form most beautiful
We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth
3.) The Toolmaker
After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the afar
Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the God of Gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted
Enter ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth
Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you'd be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter ratkind
Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library /x3
WE WERE HERE! WE WERE HERE! WE WERE HERE! WE WERE HERE!
4.) The Understanding
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones Most people are never going to die Because they are never going to be born The potential people who could have been here in my place But who will, in fact, never see the light of day Outnumber the sand grains of Sahara Certainly those unborn ghosts Include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton
We know this Because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA So massively exceeds the set of actual people In the teeth of those stupefying odds It is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here We, privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds How dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state From which the vast majority have never stirred?
5.) Sea-Worn Driftwood
There is grandeur in this view of life With its several powers, having been originally breathed Into a few forms or into one And that whilst this planet has gone cycling on According to the fixed law of gravity From so simple a beginning Endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been And are being, evolvedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
