Besedila:
Vintersorg The Focusing Blur

: [Man:] Our evolving existence Is the wording of our endless strife [Matter:] (silence) [Man:] I'm built by you, but you live only through me A paradox

: ["God does not play dice with the universe" - Albert Einstein] If you glance into nebular haze Toward the light of a galactic emperor An excursion

: [Experiencing order:] Through sonorous lands my senses float Mesmerized by an harmonious note Which are leaping from a string within I'm holding the

: Sensory impulses commanding us Still we're aware of its centre Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss With the analogy of electricity to enter I'

: The curtains never fall - they only rise At the cosmic theatre standing ovations came at the 15 billion-mark" Blurs and vague impressions aside -

: The optical nerve screened off since birth, Alone where the proximity of darkness reposed By undiscovered mysteries, as concealed in dirt The quiescent

The optical nerve screened off since birth, Alone where the proximity of darkness reposed By undiscovered mysteries, as concealed in dirt The quiescent

"Matter creates a play, persistent and keen, Where the night have opened its curtain Harmonic pictures on the sky's enormous screen With a contra positioned

[Man:] Our evolving existence Is the wording of our endless strife [Matter:] But what about my assistance? Of granting you these questions of life [