D What a jewel the sun was; what marvel the stars; Dbm How incredibly alive the trees were D And to love again and again, D Dbm And have people to whom we are deeply attached go to sleep and never wake up D Dbm D And the laughter echoes only in one's mind... but then the echo goes D Dbm The memory, the traces are all gone D All your efforts, all your achievements, D All your attainments turning into dust, nothingness Dbm What is the feeling? what happens to you? D Dbm The idea of God as the potter, the architect of the universe, Dbm It makes you feel that life is, after all, important, Dbm That there is someone who cares. D It has meaning, it has sense, and you are valuable in the eyes of the father Dbm But after a while it got embarrassing, the superstition, the myth, Dbm (The absolutely unfounded idea why does anybody believe that?) D So you become an atheist, and then you feel terrible Dbm After that, because you got rid of God Dbm But that means you got rid of yourself, you're just nothing but a machine D And your idea that you're a machine is just a machine too (a machine in the system) Dbm So if you think that that's the way things are, you feel hostile to the world. D Dbm You feel that the world is a neurological trap into which you somehow got caught trapped D You run from the maternity ward to the crematorium and that's it that's it Dbm So if you're a smart kid you commit suicide Dbm Now I want to propose another idea altogether [Breakdown] D Dbm The real you, is not a puppet which life pushes around. D Dbm The real you, the real deep down you, is the whole universe. D You cannot confine yourself to what happens inside the skin. Dbm Your skin doesn't separate you from the world, it's a bridge. D But just as a magnet polarizes its-self in north and south but its all one magnet, Dbm D So experience polarizes itself as "Self" and "Other", but it's all one. Dbm D What you call the "External world" is as much you as your own body Dbm Most people think that when they open they're eyes Dbm And look around that what they are seeing is outside D Dbm It seems, doesn't it, that you are behind your eyes D We haven't realized that life and death, black and white, Dbm Good and evil, being and non-being, come from the same center [Outro] D When you look for your own particularized center of being D Dbm Which is separate from everything else, you won't be able to find it Dbm The only way you'll know it isn't there is if you look hard enough, D To find out that it isn't there D It isn't there at all, there isn't a separate you Dbm There are, in physical reality, no such things as separate events D People can't be talked out of illusions D If a person believes that the earth is flat, Dbm You can't talk him out of that, he knows that it's flat Dbm He'll go down to the window and see that its obvious, it looks flat D So the only way to convince him that it isn't is to say, D Dbm "Well let's go and find the edge".
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