Intellectual Reference Point Restoration
See a pearl form, a diamond in the rough. See a bird soaring high above the flood. It’s in your blood, it’s in your blood.
With only one or two human-made structures visible from Earth orbit, everything else that divides us – national borders, politics, languages, skin color, who you worship – is invisible to you.
From the top of the world every which way is down.
If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling. Listen to reason, reason is calling.
Is the truth really there? Or is it right under our hair? For all we know it’s been there all the time.
And I’m trying to believe in things that I don’t know. The turning of the world, the color of your soul.
We’re seeing things in a different way and God knows it ain’t his.