Thousand Words - Waking Life: We Are the Authors lyrics

(Poet Timothy "Speed" Levitch) "'On this bridge,' Lorca warns, 'life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware.' And so many think because then happened, now isn't. But didn't I mention the ongoing Wow is happening right now? We are all coauthors of this dancing exuberance, where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, coauthoring a gigantic Dostoyevsky novel starring clowns. This entire thing we're involved with, called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into the direct experiences; our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it; matter is here as a test for our curiosity; doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized that at last something was happening to him. An a**umption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely, which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget, which is to say remember because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting: Lorca, in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self-awareness."