Luyện nghe bài hát Pyre

When you opened eyes on the world for the first time as a child
How brilliant the colors
a jewel the sun was
What marvel the
How alive the trees were
And to love again and
And have people to whom we are attached
Go to and never wake up
And the laughter echoes only in one's
But then the echo
The memory, the traces are all
All your efforts and all achievements
All your attainments into dust, nothingness
is the feeling?
What happens to
The idea of God as the
The architect of the
It makes you feel that is, after all, important
That there is someone who
It has meaning, it has
And you are valuable in the of the Father
But after a it got embarrassing
The superstition, the myth, the absolutely idea
Why does anybody believe
So you become an
And you feel terrible after that because you got rid of God
But that you got rid of yourself
You're just but a machine
And your that you're a machine is just a machine too
A in the system
So if you think that that's the way are
You feel hostile to the
You feel that the world is a neurological
Into which you somehow got

You run from the maternity ward to the and that's it
it
So if you're a kid you commit suicide
Now I want to propose idea all together
The you
Is not a puppet which life around
The you
The deep down you is the whole universe
You confine yourself to what happens inside the skin
skin doesn't separate you from the world, it's a bridge
But as a magnet polarizes its-self in north and south but its all one magnet
So polarizes itself as "self" and "other" but it's all one
What you call the "external world" is as much you as your own
Most people think that when they open they're eyes and look
That they are seeing is outside
It seems, it, that you are behind your eyes
We haven't realized life and death, black and white
Good and evil, being and non-being, come the same center.
When you look for your own particularized center of
Which is separate from everything else, you be able to find it
The only way you'll know it isn't there is if you look hard enough, to out that it isn't there
It isn't there at all, there isn't a you
There are, in physical reality, no such things as separate
People can't be out of illusions
If a person that the earth is flat
You can't talk him out of that, he knows that flat
He'll go down to the window and see that its obvious, it flat
So the only way to convince him that it is to say: "Well let's go and find the edge"