The blue pill? Or the red pill? Masculine or feminine? Moon or Sun? the left eye or the right eye? The truth is in unity. Combine. To form purple. The Third Eye. The middle path. Synthesis
This is what it means to be “holy”. Whole. End the internal war that mirrors outwards. The war between divine feminine and masculine.
It is time to rise against these illusions my friends.
“ I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then
Has burned a hole between us so
We cannot seem to reach an end
Crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from
The squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers”
Tool - Schism
“Angels on the sideline again
Benched along with patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering where this tug of war will end”
“Don't these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there's one, you're bound to divide it
Right in two” -Tool, Right in Two
