There was a man who woke up in early morn
Wondering why his shirt was torn
And where was he before he was born
Sat for about an hour in the shower stall (delta five, minus nine, in the square)
And watched the crystal water fall (over time, carry one)
Was he there even at all? (retrograde, vector of)
(E-magnetic wave)
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There was a man who walked out into the rain (sine of L, prime of H, parallel)
Missed his bus so he jumped the train (Cartesian plane, factor in)
Does losing one's self reduce the pain? (low degree, reduction)
(Quantum gravity)
He got off early seeing a broken wall (root of pi, multiplied, beta X)
Written on it in letters tall (theta Y, total sums)
"If you're not big then maybe you're small" (equal not, answer was)
(Smaller than he thought, he thought, he thought...)
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Hey-oh, there's no other way down
It'll be some kind of time from now until we hit the ground
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on it goes
We're smaller than a Planck length
(Suck it up)
Just gotta fuckin' let go
(Hey)
Hey-oh, this'll be some kind of ride
Nothing less ever than some wild times
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on it goes
We're smaller than a Planck length
(Suck it up)
Just gotta fuckin' let go
(Hey)
Hey-oh, we see no us inside
1.6 x 10-35
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on it goes
We're smaller than a Planck length
(Suck it up)
Just gotta fuckin' let go
(Hey)
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"If you're not big then maybe you're small"
That's what he saw, paint still dripping off the wall there
Some vandal's spray can lightning bolt bearing down on him from out of nowhere
This random string of words splayed across some random stack of bricks
That line some random alleyway in some random corner of some random cityscape
So he pondered where he was, if he was, what this "awakeness" somewhere inside was made of
The flicker of light the so-called self is said to be comprised of
Rule out the body in all of its change
It's astronomical but ultimately pathological
And yet he's seen darker days
Well, if not the body then how about the brain?
Throw this brain in another man's suit
And I think he might argue that he'd probably be there too
But synaptic, plastic, elastic is the nature of the neuron
And memories are all just cascades of brain sparks that are made up on the spot
Patterns that another lobe in some other part perceives as being the essence of who you are
And personality?
Program a copy or two of you
Theoretical, identical, a philosophical tool
Or volatile fuel for these goddamn no-branching rules?
"If you're not big then maybe you're small"
Bullshit or base line state?
So he says to himself, "If I even exist at all, man
I'm smaller than a Planck length"
Hey-oh, there's no other way down
It'll be some kind of time from now until we hit the ground
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on it goes
We're smaller than a Planck length
(Suck it up)
Just gotta fuckin' let go
(Hey)
Hey-oh, this'll be some kind of ride
Nothing less ever than some wild times
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on it goes
We're smaller than a Planck length
(Suck it up)
Just gotta fuckin' let go
(Hey)
Hey-oh, we see no us inside
1.6 x 10-35
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on it goes
We're smaller than a Planck length
(Suck it up)
Just gotta fuckin' let go
(Hey)