
It's early again. I'm probably gonna be dropping dynamics :( Whatever... It's another thing I'll have to deal with eventually. Maybe summer school :/
I made a mix a while back that I really liked... I wish I could find it on my computer...
Listening to "Liquid Tension Experiment". It's ok. Good for winding down... oh, nevermind. It's not calm anymore. First time listening to it... I'm shifting over to Sigur Ros. ... nevermind. I'm in the mood for Sugar Ray.
There's a love greater than ours, and a perfect counselor. "You made your choice, and I'll never take you back" -- Nobody said that. It's one of those things... I could mull over, over and over what I would say if I had the opportunity. "We could have lasted forever". I'm changing to Copeland. "Sing with your head up, with your eyes closed". I had built myself up on an unstable foundation. There was too much trust. Too much absolutism. "Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart" I'd like to think now that I am unstoppable... but we never are. My only fear is that I have not built myself strong enough for that one occurrence. With how much power can it oppress me when things have to be so uncommonly perfect in order that it will happen? Can I say that it is more likely for strange things to happen to me based on my past experience? Has God created us with subdued probability? The blame was only my own. I am mislead by romanticist ideals of supernatural connection between social counterparts. "In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong."
We are commanded to strive to be overfilled with a frightening, unfulfillable, and indisposable creation of God. Something that belongs to God alone, but he forces us to carry it around like a cross on our backs. The question is, did God create it? Was it there forever? We were created for a purpose which we proved incapable of fulfilling ["when I don't know how to hide"] Was that a mistake? Did God create us with failure in mind? God resorted to raising us up. We are only an image ["I don't want to win this time"]. We are only a resemblance, incapable of displaying the full emotion; incapable of singly conveying the thoughts of the artist who drew us out of the dust and "fearfully", "wonderfully" saw half of us reject him as an artist. We are the designers of our own fate, are we? Do we have freedom to fail because we demanded it or because we rejected it? "I called but you did not answer, I spoke but you did not listen." "I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in" "You shine like the dawn; as bright as the sun, as beautiful as the moon"
"We are mirrors, reflecting as much as possible what the viewer wants to see"