2nd Star To The Right

Deep down inside we all just want to be Galileo's telescope. We all want to change the world at such a pace that when we are gone we'll have enough knowledge to point towards the significance of our own existence.

My words are the convex lens that results in the ability to see so much further... at least that's how I will tell this story when it's all said and done. And I'm only talking to myself.

Collecting all of the light to one sharp point. Isn't that what we're all aiming for? Clear images. A narrow field of view aimed towards the end. Telescopic dreamers. Sentenced to death by the church for such thought. Persecution looks so lovely next to romance. Still loving the way the letters look next to each other, and the way the syllables fall out of your mouth.

If I'm to be painted as a tryptic, summons Hieronymus Bosch and allow him to paint me perfect. Heaven, Hell, and Earth.. I'm a citizen of all. And if you claim to exist otherwise you are merely a citizen of your own delusion.

Banned words, written by legends placed upon house arrest... they have led us into our current place and time. Focus like a mirror, and be concave with your judgment. Don't house heroes.

A simple device and a brilliant mind. That's how close we are to failure, and our future. Science and Religion will always be the balance, but how will we agree upon the measure at the moment of truth?

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