[00:40.12]Breathe.
[00:44.54]Its story is old, though you are not sure what it is.
[00:51.37]Around you is a world in which we are afraid to live.
[00:57.92]The quietude of the mountains carved out of stone
[01:01.39]Gives way to a neon sky.
[01:04.71]
[01:06.60]The floor is rifted like a great earthen cask
[01:09.14]under the weight of our existence.
[01:12.51]For once the horizon is truthful.
[01:16.05]There will be more,
[01:17.29]and there will be nothing more.
[01:20.50]New is the name we give to unconscious dreams.
[01:24.72]Hope is found in the still wind
[01:27.49]That tells us there is nothing more.
[01:31.03]Cease your striving.
[01:32.60]
[01:35.23]Wandering thunder is a minstrel without an audience.
[01:39.04]It doesn't seem to mind.
[01:42.24]Rain falls, rainclouds fade, and the world passes us by.
[01:48.79]We are utterly alone.
[01:52.22]The meaning of that brings peace...