Ceremony

If life can be summed up, it would be summed up in ceremony. Not just the song, but the different rites of passage we have in our lives. The way the wheels turn for me and you hardly mean anything, unless they turn together.

I think I love the song because it gets me. It understands eternity the way I do. In the innocent; that which goes on forever way. Without thinking about the magnitude of it, it deals with forever one moment at a time, one heartbeat at a time. More deeply, one possibility in the infinite spectrum of the multiverse at a time. Somehow, they are all the same. The same sequence of events. Because I believe deep down inside, though the world around us may change, we will always be human beings. Capable of love, freedom, independant action, hope, and the believe that these things are attainable against ALL odds.

This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she asks the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
World will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, Ill break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, its got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

Oh Ill break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, its got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

Mostly, its the expectation that something follows after an event that makes life worth living. For every ounce of suffering, every pound on our fragile hearts, every beat we take for granted, we believe there is a consequence. There is a reason, and in some naive way, we expect to be compensated in full for all our sacrificed happiness.