For Numerus ludum, the 13th and last track of the Praenimis album:
“Oh, that my head were a spring of water
and my eyes a fountain of tears!
I would weep day and night
for the slain of my people.”
1 Corinthians 9:1
“Am I not free? Am I not an apostle? Have I not seen Jesus our Lord? Are you not the result of my work in the Lord?”
Oh… how is this so relateable? How do these both fit so to this whole thing?
How is anything, it is more than I can say is true, it is what I can’t explain, but I can, but I shouldn’t be able to, right? Maybe I know what they don’t know, what I didn’t know and what I normally don’t know. What some may know, but then who does?
I just can’t really tell you, but I just know it. And it feels right, only that think it might not be, is what drives me crazy. It isn’t what you think, or maybe it is, but it is not what most think. Do you think, what most think? I don’t think so, but then how should I know. I don’t even know you, maybe only a fraction of you and yet I might more than you about yourself. And still, no I as myself, but the everything through me. You are the everything, as well as I am and together we are more than everything, we are everything²
(okay this one really wasn’t necessary, now you ruined a special moment. How could you…)
Super, just perfect.