Forwarded from OWL (The_미술가فنانة)
I want to understand the language of people, of the world, of the universe,
The language of everything, the way of everything...
The what, who, how and why
Not just the language we talk with, not just the language these mighty words merely convey the meaning of.
The language of Truth
The way of Truth...the Truth.
The unspoken, the invisible,
The which there is and that there is not...
The one at the root of things
Knowing things is not same as understanding the meaning behind them, it's not the same as living and breathing them.
I want to know what my dream meant when it whispered to me there is still much to see,
I want to feel what they felt when they looked at the sky and fell for it's beauty,
I want to understand what what burden truth bearers had to carry,
I want to dig out from the pile, a meaning those years had to bury...
The language of everything, the way of everything...
The what, who, how and why
Not just the language we talk with, not just the language these mighty words merely convey the meaning of.
The language of Truth
The way of Truth...the Truth.
The unspoken, the invisible,
The which there is and that there is not...
The one at the root of things
Knowing things is not same as understanding the meaning behind them, it's not the same as living and breathing them.
I want to know what my dream meant when it whispered to me there is still much to see,
I want to feel what they felt when they looked at the sky and fell for it's beauty,
I want to understand what what burden truth bearers had to carry,
I want to dig out from the pile, a meaning those years had to bury...
Headache so bad, even my souls about to give up on my body.