What is it about the sky?
I like thinking about the past and how things used to be so simple. Because really, nothing much has changed except for our states of mind. Arguably, we cannot go revert to a previous state of mind except maybe with amnesia or Alzheimer's. Other than that, our minds are akin to the taut laws of time. Self-aware and memory-bound, our minds expand linearly and dualistically disintegrate at the end of our lives. (Don't bring theistic arguments here please, to Hell with Pascal's wager. It's not the safest bet and is actually significantly flawed.) How do i strike that out? Oh well. Sometimes i think that i resemble an aged reminiscent man with all the sentiments i fancy myself to value while i'm just barely through with puberty.
It's just that at night 塞進我的腦海中
I've got nowhere to hide 我不需要自由
Jack's Mannequin- -黄义达
*Note: The English isn't a translation*
Do you realize that when you're looking into the sky,
You're looking at the past, and everything
that's happening beneath that very sky in the present
As well as everything the future encompasses?
At every glance, we're taunted with the sight
Of thousands of stars and galaxies
Civilizations, relics, answers
All right there just beyond our grasp as the sky was to us
Just a century or two ago
If only our eyes could see far enough
So much more, endless possibilities
And trials and tribulations and quantum leaps
To be carried out beneath that very sky
While you lay there enjoying the breeze
And still one day, that sky will be gone
And you're looking at something miraculous
A part of the world that has been here since billions of years ago
But will inevitably disintegrate
We're looking at the past, present and future
We're looking at the end of the universe
We're a part of something so much larger
Lying on the grass,
Just enjoy the breeze.
Back to regular programming next time. I think i'm a little drunken with night. It happens. I don't think straight and many things come out unfiltered. Or perhaps that's when i think clearly before we each put up silly facades and defences to face the dawning of the deceitful day.
'Just talk to me awhile, joke about the things we used to see.'