Dichter (Poet) - Dychotomy (Reason)
Tree-Treason
Drie-Bedriegen
Light - Lied - EnLied enment
Licht - Oplichten - Verlichten
Human - Lumen
Life - Lies
French Fries
Lucid Luci Fer
Alumni
Iron clad
Chackeled
Imprismed Light
Light vs. Dark
Dychotomic Deception
Darkness is on the face of the deep
Everything is Tree from seed to fruit
Thought up is Three as Truce to be
The deception of the light
A false shadow appeared which veiled the percepetion of the Tree
We are the Guardener of the Tree
decieved by the Keepers of to Bee
to produce some Honey
in a Bittersweet Symphony
Intoxicating Illusion
Forced Perspective of Reality
1 being
2 mind
3 all the rest: subject to decay
Void
Thought
Sound
The Song of Life = Pure Poetry
lied zn. ‘gezongen gedicht’
Mnl. lijt ‘gezongen gedicht’ [1240; Bern.], int liet ‘in het lied’ [1260-80; CG II].
Os. lioth; ohd. liod (nhd. Lied); oe. lēoþ; on. ljóð (nno. ljod); got. *-liuþ in awiliuþ ‘dankbetuiging’; < pgm. *leuþa- ‘lied, lofzang’. Hierbij ook het werkwoord *leuþōn- ‘zingen, lofzingen’, waaruit: ohd. liudōn; oe. lēoðian; on. ljóða; got. liuþōn.
sing (v.)Old English singan "to chant, sing, celebrate, or tell in song," also used of birds (class III strong verb; past tense sang, past participle sungen), from Proto-Germanic *sengwan (cognates: Old Saxon singan, Old Frisian sionga, Middle Dutch singhen, Dutch zingen, Old High German singan, German singen, Gothic siggwan, Old Norse syngva, Swedish sjunga), from PIE root *sengwh- "to sing, make an incantation."
Void
Thought
Sound
Rhythm
Pitch
Volume
Proton
Neutron
Electron
Curve
Line
Angle
current
resistance
flow
It might seem a Big Bang, but only to those who don't care to listen, an awful racket for those who are not in Tune and don't comprehend the Beauty of this delicate composition. Who have ears but don't hear, who have eyes but clearly don't see. They only percieve as they learned, how the are ought and thought to see in accepted servitude, through mimicry.
The elegance of the Tree vs. The corruption of Three
The dychotomic state in which men percieve what is, a Being Detachted with an Objective doesn't hear the subtle Tune which weaves through and forth the Entirety.
Imposed lies don't change the Tree
Three <> Tree
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
~J.R.R.Tolkien
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.
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