“Meanwhile back in the year, one. When you belonged to no one. You didn’t stand a chance, son. If your pants were undone. Because you were bred for humanity. And sold to society. One day you’ll wake up in the present day….a million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be….”
“Do you ever get the feeling that the story’s too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody’s on the stage and you’re the only person sitting in the audience?”
Ian Anderson, Jethro Tull
Ripple by The Grateful Dead
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.