Oracle Songtext
von Giant's Knife

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena
Think of the rivers of blood
spilled by all those generals and emperors
so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters
of a fraction
of a dot
Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one
corner of this pixel
on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner
How frequent their misunderstandings
How eager they are to kill one another
How fervent their hatreds
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance
The delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe
are challenged
by this point
of pale light