I Can’t Go On Pretending
I saw the stars and I wondered, how can something be so far?
With all of the ones that we’re under, how can we be who we are?
How is it that time got started? And what was right here before?
Why does just enough of a good thing, just leave me wanting more?
Science often seems to dodge the before the big bang question, either as taboo or just untestable.
I can’t go on pretending that anybody here knows anything.
The truth isn’t told, cuz they don’t know – some people just like talking.
I’m so inclined to buy it, like I’m supposed to have these answers,
take all the doubt, filter it out, and wonder what’s wrong with me.
My experience of the pressure to have the biggest answers is addressed in the bridge
I try so hard to be natural,
every
effort to be relaxed,
but who am I when all this fades out – after all my bags are packed?
If Time and Space have an ending,
what do you call the other side?
Why do I tend to leave my body, when I look into her eyes?
every effort to be relaxed
I’d love to take credit, but
the irony of these statements is noted in “The Book” by Alan Watts
If this is a world gone wrong,
and we’re headed for a tragic ending,
do you mean to say that God has a way
of getting quite a bit of
what he wasn’t intending?
It’s tough to think that God gets a ton of He doesn’t want – one of His angels becomes Satan, the first human He makes goes bad and opens the door to hell for the billions who follow. With this logical problem of evil, and given our penchant for herd mentality, pareidolia and confimation bias, I’ve concluded that I don’t know.