Einstein Was Wrong! I"m The

The Moon Is So Beautiful. It's A Big Silver Dollar, Flipped By God. And It Landed Scarred Side Up, See? So He Made The World.

Your Head's Like Mine, Like All Our Heads; Big Enough To Contain Every God And Devil There Ever Was. Big Enough To Hold The Weight Of Oceans And The Turning Stars. Whole Universes Fit In There! But What Do We Choose To Keep In This Miraculous Cabinet? Little Broken Things, Sad Trinkets That We Play With Over And Over. The World Turns Our Key And We Play The Same Little Tune Again And Again And We Think That Tune's All We Are.

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

I'm The Evil Mastermind Behind The Scenes. I'm The Wicked Puppeteer Who Pulls The Strings And Makes You Dance. I'm Your Writer.

Consciousness, Rather Than Being Something That We Have, Is Something We Participate In.