The problem with tradition is that in an ever expanding universe it tries to suppress what it cannot control
Tradition is the anchor of civilization. And civilization is madness.
It's madness to live this life in absolutes. Perpetuations of poison. The want of living unhinged.
The look in your eyes tells me you're ready for something new I wear that same face, thats how I met you.
So tonight let's hold each other and remember. Remember why we gave that old life up.
Remember why we gave that old life up! Remember why we chose this life!
Day to day, we push on. Living is not as easy as breathing. I'm sure sick and tired of dying each day.
One-thousand breaths until you gasp and feel alive. We push on even though there's still no end in sight. The revolution of the day to day, is to change traditions until the original form fades!
With the original form shook, we take drastic measures and a self evident look. The reality of things is that existing in this world is a construct, one that can be manipulated consciously or unconsciously. The tangibles as intangibles, all consciousness is expandable; like the universe, inside your mind a big bang burst.