4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This world is beautiful and torn
A photograph that's faded at the crease
Like someone turned the color down
The day the garden lost its peace
I think we're running low-resolution
Thorns where there were none
A render dimmed on purpose
Till the better world is done
[Chorus]
These are the pixels of Eden
A picture half the size
A glimpse of something brighter
Hiding just behind our eyes
He didn't trash the canvas
He turned the dial down
But the resolution's coming
When He hands me my new crown
[Verse 2]
So don't despise the aching
It's the proof there's something more
You don't grieve a thing as broken
Unless you've seen what it was for
The static and the sorrow
Are a screen about to clear
The Artist isn't finished
And the upgrade's drawing near
[Chorus]
These are the pixels of Eden
A picture half the size
A glimpse of something brighter
Hiding just behind our eyes
He didn't trash the canvas
He turned the dial down
But the resolution's coming
When He hands me my new crown
[Bridge]
Higher, higher, sharper, true
Realer than the world I knew
Not escaping into mist
But waking where the colors kissed
[Final Chorus]
These are the pixels of Eden
A picture half the size
But the resolution's coming
When I open up my eyes
He didn't trash the canvas
He only turned it down
And the colors are returning
When He hands me my new crown
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