From the simple idea of Change Blindness, our minds are not as they seem.
An entire existence revolving around what we can't acknowledge.
A brain function we'll never admit as defeat,
A constant determination to find truths
To find reason, to find comfort.
An unspoken religion in being the all-dominant
This is what we call a brain.
This step will allow the universe to run it's course.
We have a short ticket and a lot of it is in hiding
So lets take in what we can for now.
Just like here on Earth(a notion we do comprehend)
Hide what "others" can't understand.
The universe is the biggest threat
Overachiever that commands attention.
Brute force of hysterical reasoning's
There will always be a Marfa.
Close one eye.
Step to the side.
As humans we could never be content with knowing all,
Yet we can't be content with the fact that our brains will never know.
A mental surgery
A never ending journey, a technological drawback.
Pushing us further from our natural minds.
Even things created by other humans should be
Considered in the experiment of an entire species understanding.
A magicians pure joy
A mind bend for the common folk
Follow the straight line
(A full house watching what we can't see)
The ultimate deceiver
Close one eye.
Step to the side.
We will always be part of the great misdirect
Stepping in and stepping out.
We will always be part of the great misdirect
Mirrors and Obfuscation.
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
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