Eden
This is a particularly philosophically-inclined song I wrote about the paradoxical tension that exists between the fall and redemption. There's this interesting idea that we both fell and are redeemed as we seek truth, as we eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Some would argue that the fallenness and redemption come about for different reasons, but it's still a tricky thought. What does it mean to live with the freedom to sin while simultaneously in relationship with an omnipotent and omnibenevolent God?
I'm not trying to make an argument, I'm not trying to resolve some conflict or make a point. This is me grappling with the ideas. I'll try to record it reasonably soon and post it here, for those of you who'd like to hear it.
Eden
Cling to the bomb, because I believe in miracles
Step on the mine, because we will be saved
When did we exchange our innocence for specious, modal, semantic altiloquence?
Now that we're so aware of goodness, do we even benefit?
Or do we just decay?
Take of the fruit; then you'll know. It's such a miracle.
Build to the sky, and behold the great perspective of your sight
Why do lies steal our innocence with their careful, bogus semantic altiloquence?
Shouldn't we be more aware of goodness? Who does all this benefit?
Cling to the truth, even though it means we'll need a miracle
Leave Paradise, knowing full well it means edenic beauty's sacrifice
One day, he will come, spilling blood and sweat and pain and bringing death down
And everything will be seeped in goodness, peace, and benevolence
And nothing will decay.
I'm not trying to make an argument, I'm not trying to resolve some conflict or make a point. This is me grappling with the ideas. I'll try to record it reasonably soon and post it here, for those of you who'd like to hear it.
Eden
Cling to the bomb, because I believe in miracles
Step on the mine, because we will be saved
When did we exchange our innocence for specious, modal, semantic altiloquence?
Now that we're so aware of goodness, do we even benefit?
Or do we just decay?
Take of the fruit; then you'll know. It's such a miracle.
Build to the sky, and behold the great perspective of your sight
Why do lies steal our innocence with their careful, bogus semantic altiloquence?
Shouldn't we be more aware of goodness? Who does all this benefit?
Cling to the truth, even though it means we'll need a miracle
Leave Paradise, knowing full well it means edenic beauty's sacrifice
One day, he will come, spilling blood and sweat and pain and bringing death down
And everything will be seeped in goodness, peace, and benevolence
And nothing will decay.
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