The Death of Reason (A Celebration of Truth)

By Josh Hornbeck

Among the breaking waves, the gentle woods, the moonlit moor
Through the veiled mists a fire burns
Enchanted words are spoken, op’ning wide the magic door
Revealing spells and dreams long since interred

True freedom’s found within this realm, with true humanity
An incantation bound in flesh and blood
Spoke by One whose magic makes men whole, sets men free
Breathing life in lungs of sand and mud

But magic starts to fade as reason comes, explains away
The inner workings of a man described
We’re really all the same, you see, it’s clear and bright as the afternoon sun
Arteries     Heart
Nerves      Brain
Bone         Skeleton     Muscles     Flesh
Assembly required
Manufacturing impersonal gods – servants/slaves – of reason

Look!
There goes a bundle of tissue jogging down the street
A gathering of molecules is holding hands with a similar gathering of molecules
     (transferring electrons)
A loose conglomeration of organic material walks a smaller conglomeration

Analysis
Reason
Rules reality

The equation of life
3x = happiness
4x = fulfillment
3x + 4x = meaning

God is dead
There is none but us
Electrons bumping into electrons

Bumping into Electrons
BUMPING into ELECTRONS
BUMPING INTO ELECTRONS

Protons get expelled
Neutrons get negative or get out

The equations never add up
x = ?

x = Ө
Break the system
Break the mold
Protons take power
Expel the electrons
Expel the neutrons
Power to the protons

x = ∞
Compound of love for all
Electrons join protons
Protons join neutrons
Particles join hands
Combine for a moment of magic
Then repel one another again

x = 1 + 1 + 1 = One
Escape from reason
Escape from equations
Flee the chaos of order
Flee the suffocation of chaos
Embrace the wonder
Embrace the magic

Step back
Step back from the tree to see the forest
The waves, the woods, the moor
Step back

Look! There goes a woman jogging, running down the street
She’s dressed in sweats, her hair done up in curls
A couple’s kissing in the park. They’re holding hands, how sweet
So much in love, this young man and this girl

An older woman walks her dog, a pug-nosed, gentle troll
How could one ever think that they’re the same
Humanity is not defined by molecules, but souls
His magic will restore our holy name

(Posted 09/30/2009)