From the recording Superposition
What are the words worth if I can't believe in them? Am I only watching a world burn itself to the ground? Billions of people stand and they stare but they never make a sound. Yes, theirs is a song left unsung. I cannot sing it for them. I cannot ignore the setting sun.
There is a delicate balance between finding a mans true path and living only in your dreams. Nobody is sure what it means, what it is to be human nor what is to be.