Black Ballroom

As the universe continues on its formidable path undertaking regular dusting downs from constant molecular battles with time and velocity, as it seeks to continue its expansion we find ourselves seething at its seeming lack of regard for the parameters we use to measure creation and progress on our planet. It's only a frustration born out of the failure to understand, a failure to tame. This need to control drives us for answers but when our questions land on deaf ears we look to the labs to provide formulas and equations, results we can manipulate to prove our own theories as correct. Natural order and progression take a back seat to the contrived reality of science and artificial development. We cannot speak for the unanswerable but yet we still shout at the top of our voices craving reaction. It's no longer the case that silence speaks volumes, silence isn't given the chance to breathe, to think, let alone produce a vocal. There can be no conclusion to these invasions we conduct, this interference we insist upon. How many answers do we require? Who craves the recognition so greatly that they must discover a new theory or rule, who takes stock of it all and judges what fact is and what is fabrication? Has the need for reward and recognition taken too much of a pivotal role in our explanations". Are our findings even relative to the size of our questions?Besides where is the option to stand aside and let the universe take care of itself... E.H.
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So Pure Live @ The Fiddler's Elbow, London - 4th July 2007