1951 (Beyond Ephemeral Chaos)

Love isn't something that we invented. It's... observable, powerful. It has to mean something Love has meaning, yes. Social utility, social bonding, child rearing We love people who have died. Where's the social utility in that? None Maybe it means something more - something we can't yet understand Maybe it's some evidence, some artefact of a higher dimension That we can't consciously perceive I'm drawn across the universe to someone I haven't seen in a decade Who I know is probably dead Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space We've forgotten who we are: explorers, pioneers... not caretakers I don't understand Help me mama! Mama sorry Ann, what day is it, Do you know baby? Sunday