Friday, April 14, 2017


Elle Fanning
"I Think We're Alone Now"

Shinjitsu o hakken suru 

Discover truth
for your youth.

Discovery is a creative act. 
When you define a thing it becomes a fact.

Reality produces creation by design.
Design expressed by me is mine.

When perception came out of anguish
conflict became a foreign language.

Courage became our sanctuary;
learning our actuary
over the adversary
Have mercy.

Creation by discovery divines design.
Goodness is the quality we seek to find.

Discovery was a creative act. 
Creation became an actual fact.

Ignorance looked and fled.
The stream of consciousness was fed.
Creativity lept with joy.
The lion became the lamb's great toy.

Why did the stream of thought change?
What produced the strangeness in range?

What made ignorance flee?
Was it the discovery of creativity?

Discovery is a creative act.
The created acquires heart in fact.

Tremble at the presence 
of the essential essence.

The Teacher teaches the student to discover truth.
The student looks for facts like a sleuth. 

Find new information.
Observe your sensation.
Transcend encumbrance.
Infer knowledge from substance.
Sense that which is actual.
Translate this sense into the factual.

The sleuth records that which is found.
Results are shared to test for common ground.

Creation by discovery divines design for reality.
Goodness is the basis for healthy morality.

Discovery is a creative act. 
When you define a thing it becomes a fact.

Discover truth
for your youth.

Yeah Yah!
We're in awe!
You're the law!
Yeah Yah!

114 In exitu Israel

1 Hallelujah!
When Israel came out of Egypt, *
the house of Jacob from a people of strange speech,

2 Judah became God's sanctuary *
and Israel his dominion.

3 The sea beheld it and fled; *
Jordan turned and went back.

4 The mountains skipped like rams, *
and the little hills like young sheep.

5 What ailed you, O sea, that you fled? *
O Jordan, that you turned back?

6 You mountains, that you skipped like rams? *
you little hills like young sheep?

7 Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord, *
at the presence of the God of Jacob,

8 Who turned the hard rock into a pool of water *
and flint-stone into a flowing spring.

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