Growing up.

“Son of heaven, the sun of God A blink from the eternal facade The ever-spot orb'd polyphony No epiphany Tune the universe, be the spine To stay in place as the planets align Set to changes, affix to time No epiphany Nothing new and nothing old The chilling warmth of the scorching cold No way to change how the story is told No epiphany Wait for time for a blessed reply No surprise under the tired eye Wait to live as I wait to die No epiphany”

“End of the pier, end of the bay You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust, give up to lust, oh Heaven knows we'll soon be dust... " Oh, I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am And sorrow's native son He will not rise for anyone And pretty girls make graves”

Stranger than Fiction (2006)

Pi (1998)

If value is dependent on its usefulness towards a given goal, how do we recognize the importance of a goal?

In fear every day, every evening He calls her aloud from above Carefully watched for a reason Painstaking devotion and love Surrendered to self preservation From others who care for themselves A blindness that touches perfection But hurts just like anything else Isolation, isolation, isolation Mother, I tried please believe me I'm doing the best that I can I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through I'm ashamed of the person I am Isolation, isolation, isolation But if you could just see the beauty These things I could never describe These pleasures a wayward distraction, This is my one lucky prize Isolation, isolation, isolation Isolation.

“When we have nothing left to give There will be no reason for us to live But when we have nothing left to lose You will have nothing left to use We owe you nothing, you have no control Merchandise keeps us in line Common sense says it's by design What could a businessman ever want more than to have us sucking in his store We owe you nothing, you have no control You are not what you own”