Crimson Moonlight Contemplations Along The Way Lyrics

Contemplations Along The Way Lyrics

I can see all there is to see 

but I'm blind to my fate, 

to what may come. 

I think I'm awake 

but stealing upon me 

like the frost in the night 

I neither see nor notice the moment when it comes 

Light is what I look for. 





I want to be conscious, 

aware of what happens now 

and what happened then. 



You feel like a bewildered entomologist 

who now and then encounters true and original experiences, 

but many times discovers that it has all been false. 



Who lays down the rules? 

My knowledge points at the Self, 

so it isn't strange at all that you think you know 

and mistrust your experiences at the same time 

when later you get it in perspective and are able to investigate. 



But I must put the question: 

Is this true? 

To what degree are you and I affected by everything around? 

To get a clear picture of yourself 

you must of course have others 

who can bandy back your ideas to you, 

make contradictions and attack you from angles 

you didn't know existed. 





But I ask myself the question if there was none 

with any other opinions than yours 

would you say you could be awake then? 



You wouldn't see the whole world 

nor be aware of anything beside yourself, 

but that would naturally seem the total reality. 

This way of thought might veil over the truth 

and make you blind. 



You ask maybe where in the world you are and what you do, 

but to discuss the question with yourself 

might reveal which way you took and which you didn't choose. 



Best of all would be to find the keys to the treasury of wisdom, 

but would that make life better...? 

All your experiences of life tell you 

that each man wherever he is has his own worries to fight. 

The keys to the treasury of wisdom 

will never be found, because it would mean 

you would become totally enlighted, lonely 

and independent of everybody. 

So what would then be the meaning of life? 



When life is the one and only thing we own 

and once again the questions asked 

create more questions still. 

Maybe all the answers will come 

when we have left this earth and enter 

what is there beoynd. 



That will probably be experienced 

as different as we are different from one another 

and due to who and when it happens. 

But the answer to the questions must be waiting for you there, 

for if there are no answers 

how is it possible that we should puzzle over them here?