Vintersorg The Focusing Blur 1. Prologue Dialogue - The Reason [Man:] Our evolving existence Is the wording of our endless strife [Matter:] (silence) [Man:] I'm built by you, but you live only through me A paradox that I still escape [Matter:] (silence) 2. The Essence An extension of the theories Gravitates across the seas Changing the accepted terms, But still it only confirms That it is as equal close (or far) To an atom as it's to a star We know that signals trigger nerves, But what starts the signal's curves? That's in charge of every thought, From that source our conscious is taught That it is as equal close (or far) To an atom as it's to a star So, is knowledge a friend or a foe? 'Cause you don't suffer from what you don't know But in arguments we hunt the reasons That explains the Thesis's seasons Chaos, order and complexity, That challenges our intellectuality For things that lie in the asymmetric hole, For too long, we've given the Devil that role We're the parameter that draws The map of the existing laws To break those laws isn't a crime, It solved Newton's conflict with "time" Into the arena Einstein stepped And widened the universal concept He opened a new detecting phase, But Dark Matter is still a maze Analysis with a microscope Only tenses the polymathic rope In that focus we eagerly stir, But the focus seems more like a blur "Our quest of the highest theory, Is controlled by that theory, So the way we think Is the closest link? An expedition through different views Gives us richly faceted clues, Let us focus on some of the elements That's a source for endless experiments" 3. The Thesis's Seasons [Experiencing order:] Through sonorous lands my senses float Mesmerized by an harmonious note Which are leaping from a string within I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code It is reflected in the schemes that we rune, Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune [Watching complexity:] Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum Like children swinging the seesaw in glee Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze A complicated network of primary views Micro and macro cosmos flexibility, An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry [Approaching chaos:] Constantly, havoc comes falling down In the structural circus, a morbid clown Still it's needed to progress the creation, The reflux of materials comes through devastation Like an untuned singer in the angel choir, A mad prophet that serves the eating fire, Its transforming sequence is on repeat, First subverted, then complete But many times they say, "mens agitat molem" So we have to figure out our origin, To undress our future 4. Matrix Odyssey "With whom shall I have this dialogue? The mad, the noble, the wit? The past lurks under layers of fog, Evolution's hall is unlit Thoughts and visions confuse, Mental wounds start to grow But the questions never reduce About the anonymous cosmic shadow" This demon keeps my conscious awake From sleep, rest and the calm Disillusioned I rinse my ache In the ocean's whispering psalm The ocean theory covers Earth, But I seek what has entire control What nature introduced the genesis birth? Known Deities? I curse 'em all I've set my sails for this odyssey To locate its mystic exile A crusade through the mind's liberty, Not a journey in nautical miles A voyage in science and fate To disrobe the acceleration from zero To dive into it and investigate, Terrifies even the bravest hero In the corridors of time we're sons, Entrapped in lonely spaces But star dusted electrons Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces Still fantasies unveil their sloids, When patience turns to fear To examine the darkest, coldest voids For the hiding engineer But our past is still our present If we can't the knowledge rift over-span An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents, Like the child is father to the man "Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask, Like puppet thespians in "God's" masquerade 'Cause the blur grows for every time we ask, What generates the spherical parade?" 5. Star Puzzled ["God does not play dice with the universe" - Albert Einstein] If you glance into nebular haze Toward the light of a galactic emperor An excursion through an advanced maze, Following the intensity of a burning superior The rays travel where man would find immediate death, Yearly, daily, hourly, and in the stillness of a breath Seeing the unseen, Meeting matter without sheen Eight minutes of experiences not understandable In a puzzling journey of particle suction I would sell my soul if it were possible To ride the sun's frequent eruptions When the sunspot process peaks so fast The magnetic stellar dice is cast Oscillation in the dualism, Light and darkness polytheism Reaching to know, high and below Learning calculations made by the magnanimous Using the magnitude parallax as the cosmic tool Ignored by the narrow-minded as ridiculous, But even Newton was called a fool! "What once was watched from Gallilei's observatory? Still falls under the same category But my wonderings will not rest Until the insight is burning in my chest" So many pieces to put in place, So many riddles to solve in this extended maze "I'm sitting at the sunset transfixed by the idea That our cosmos may be just one out of many planes Like all the raindrops at the end build a sea But that's hardly what you think of when it rains" 6. A Sphere In A Sphere? (To Infinity) ["we are imprisoned in unbounded space" - W.H. Auden] An alternation of progress and reaction, Envelop the surroundings of man Wavelengths build its sparkling attraction, Is it an accident or a plan? Creation models, one by one Don't dare to look closely at the signs But why should one fear, the things that are dun? It's just what Nature itself designs TRACING the substances in age and distance, SCANNING the extensive universe FOLLOWING the grammar of the known existence, but EXPLORING the possibility of a vaster multiverse Maybe it's time to solve the enigma, To let philosophy have its toll To gaze beyond the factor of sigma, The constructions may resemble a Russian doll From molecules to giant stars The steps increase without intervention Let your mind slip through the earthly bars, 'Cause the stars are the molecules in the next dimension? Every thought's a compressed dream, That lives in the hidden planes Myriads of spheres in its luminosity's beam, But still the complex connection sustains 7. A Microscopical Macrocosm Sensory impulses commanding us Still we're aware of its centre Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss With the analogy of electricity to enter I've painted a world in the dark, With elegant patterns and connections This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, Shapes my body's complexion A microscopical macrocosm, Of distant mountains and inner plasm, All the elements are eloquenced by infinity A microscopical macrocosm, I and Me float through its chasms, Filtering the universe through a living internity Thousands of pathway's directory, Lie dormant in this unexplored animator In its lobe rests our closest galaxy Reading, visions from the spiral generator Atoms composed into a condition Of thinking and intuition "Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" 8. Blindsight Complexity The optical nerve screened off since birth, Alone where the proximity of darkness reposed By undiscovered mysteries, as concealed in dirt The quiescent eye got exposed The physical range of vision lost, Between iris and synapses the link is broken But the presence of mind over-crossed The barriers that stood like fluency token Reading pictures through the aura's energy, A sensor for visual thinking and analysis From that exterior compass into interior synergy A merging of spirit and mind into synthesis Pictorial impulses trigger the mechanism, A mental blending of their entrance Soul-born impressions end the blindsight`s schism, And expands the human competence Functions in the hidden eye, A window to intuitive perception The visions become stars in the soul's sky And lights the immense conception Explore the lining of sensibility To understand the spirit's anatomy Your inner space's imagery Is vaster than astronomy See the inflections in the normal Just as a signature of the paranormal And the once so illogical consequence, will become logical 9. Dark Matter Mystery (Blackbody Spectrum) "Matter creates a play, persistent and keen, Where the night have opened its curtain Harmonic pictures on the sky's enormous screen With a contra positioned twin hiding within" Faster, twice as fast than the gravitation equation permits, Is the rotation of the celestial spheres But if Einstein's calculation to this failure admits, We wouldn't even know about the calculation's fears, That the: gas clouds in galaxy clusters have a too little mission, While wearing dark halos of matter They would need four times of their gravity erudition To silence our question's patter, (about the) Dark matter mystery, Blackbody spectrum, An interstellar medium We're tracing lost energy That's swallowed by an unplanetary tum At the worlds bivium Like a shadow to the starfeild's determinism, The invisible twin follows its pace Comprehensible monism changed to indefinable pluralism Is it super-symmetry's surrounding face? (in a) Dark matter mystery, Blackbody spectrum, An interstellar medium We're tracing lost energy That's swallowed by an unplanetary tum At the worlds bivium Are we wrong in our definition of mass and weight? Or, is a subatomic particle playing hide and seek? 'Cause light is missing to pronounce cosmos' fate, While, mass discrepancy drains through a major leak Brown and white dwarfs two candidates, Black holes and neutron stars two others But through multitudes of observation of their states, We know that gravitational leansing hide their mothers (it's a) Dark matter mystery, Blackbody spectrum, An interstellar medium We're tracing lost energy That's swallowed by an unplanetary tum At the worlds bivium "Like Bell, I connect my senses to the vast Stellar mirror, where signals bounces from clast to clast" 10. Curtains The curtains never fall - they only rise At the cosmic theatre standing ovations came at the 15 billion-mark" Blurs and vague impressions aside - the engineer, the director had the galaxies disposed, and then exposed for the explorers who never took an answer for an answer A matter of time - not space How far linearity has permitted us to see Outwards means backwards in a universe so vast Stretched in time, see it commence - a set of celestial fragments at immeasurable expanses How far a flicker can force itself Through dimness, through fields of emission The shine slowly turning red A burgundy sense of distance An overturned curtain call - the velvety draperies eternally rising into infinite blurs of timelessness for an audience correctly dressed in extravagant suits of flaming curiosity The witnesses and surveyors of celestial enchantment Hunted by distance and time The curtain reluctantly withdraws A prelude to the swirling drama: creation - formation - design or deduction - destruction - collapse - all depending on the angle 11. Artifacts Of Chaos [instrumental] 12. Epilogue Metalogue - Sharpen Your Mind Tools [Man:] Our evolving existence Is the wording of our endless strife [Matter:] But what about my assistance? Of granting you these questions of life [Man:] I'm built by you, but you live only through me A paradox that I still escape [Matter:] But, it's by that clue that your thinking can be The reader of my numerous shapes So, sharpen your mind tools, your grammar of logics refines And sharpens your mind tools, Cause the thinking of thinking evolves your thinking Mind tools, Reasoning dug forth from inner mines With sharpened mind tools Your awareness is kept from sinking, Into sleep [Man:] But the principle of awareness stretches In our nerves, longer than the ecavator [Matter:] I'm your sensible nerve that fetches Your views. Your thoughts resonator So, sharpen your mind tools, your grammar of logics refines And sharpens your mind tools, Cause the thinking of thinking evolves your thinking Mind tools, Reasoning dug forth from inner mines With sharpened mind tools Your awareness is kept from sinking, Into sleep