The symptoms of our getting older
The problems we say we don’t mind
Most of us never get over
Memories mingled with lies

Coincidence gave a confession
That no one’s allowed to forget
I don’t wanna give the impression
That predestination is set

The distance will increase the danger
Where certainty’s never enjoyed
Regarded as equal yet stranger
Embark then embrace then destroy

Observing the process will change it
And afterwards even if you
Subconsciously rearrange it
It doesn’t seem any less true

And no one can tell me to listen
And no one can tell me what’s right
‘cause nobody has my condition
And no one can see in your mind
In your mind

When magnifications explore
There slowly emerges a pattern
The details you normally ignore
You notice really what matters

There isn’t a time or a place
Only an ebb and a flowing
A permanent repeating space
Occuring, connecting and growing

And no one can tell me to listen
And no one can tell me what’s right
‘cause nobody has my condition
And no one can see in your mind
In your mind

In your Mind by Built to Spill

I think that part of this song is a justification of moral relativism through quantum uncertainty. Which is, of course, absolutely absurd. Still, you have to give them points for trying. The audacity of such a mental project is definitely something.

I’m debating the point of putting music here because I realized it’s not nearly as interesting to read it if you don’t have the sounds in your head. It turns out that’s a bigger issue than just with music, because half the stuff I post doesn’t make much sense without the context I have. And yet somehow I still seem to maintain a positive comments-to-posts ratio. (Don’t know how that happened…)

New Design: better? It’s not yet done; I still need to style the posts themselves. But the business at the top will stay how it is, and the sidebar might just change a little.