Our
Thoughts
Projects
Around

We're just a dust
Of boundless space
We're like a grass
Primitive race

But we are sold
To our pride
In the constructed world
Of our mind

How can we learn the Ocean
If we can't understand ourselves

We came to space not to conquer
We want Earth to be it's size
Seek to find no smart creatures
No other worlds, we need a mirrors

We're coming here ready to find
Loneliness, fight, wail and death
We are noble, humane and kind
Shining knights of the sacred contact
But it's a lie?
It's a lie!

Early years (of) civilization,
Or men intelligent more than us.
We want an icon of human creation,
We seek a mirrors

We came to space not to conquer
We want Earth to be it's size.
Seek to find no smart creatures
No other worlds, we'll find a mirrors

The first attempts at contact employed special electronic devices that transformed stimuli sent in both directions.

The ocean played an active part in the design of the devices - though all this happened in complete darkness.

It modified certain components of the equipment lowered into it, as a result of which the discharges it registered would change, and the devices would record a multitude of signals that were like fragments of some vast advanced analysis.

In fact, certain results were obtained. The ocean?a source of electrical, magnetic, and gravitational impulses?spoke as it were in the language of mathematics; certain sequences of its electrical discharges could be classified by drawing on the most abstract branches of terrestrial analysis and of set theory; they contained homologues of structures known from the area of physics that is concerned with the mutual relationship between energy and matter, finite and infinite magnitude, particles and fields.

All this led scientists to believe they were dealing with a thinking monster, that it was some kind of protoplasmic sea-like-brain grown so vast it covered an entire planet, which passed time engrossed in theoretical reflections on an inconceivable scale concerning the nature of the universe; and that what the instruments captured were no more than tiny, accidentally overheard snippets of a stupendous monologue, utterly beyond our comprehension, that was endlessly being performed in its depths.

Deep in the Ocean
Your reflection was created
My illusions
Drowned there on the same day

I can't believe
That it's not a lie
Sanity left me
When you came into my life

Deep in the ocean
Let us stop abhorrent things
Please forsake me
And forgive me please
I release

Why? Why? Why?
You came into my life

In circumstances that were essentially inexpressible, I seemed to find myself in places devoid of sky, earth, floors, ceilings, or walls, as if I were shrunken or imprisoned in a substance that was alien to me, as if my whole body had become part of some half-dead, unmoving, shapeless lump. Or, rather, that I myself was that lump, deprived of flesh, surrounded by at first indistinct pale pink patches suspended in a medium with different optical properties than air, such that it was only from very close up things became clear, even excessively and supernaturally so, because in those dreams of mine my immediate surroundings were more concrete and material than anything I experienced awake.

Whenever I woke up I had the paradoxical feeling that the real waking life was in fact the other one, and that what I saw when I opened my eyes was nothing but its wizened shadow.

I'm still waiting for you
On the false land
Black wave crawled to the shore
Reached my hand

Crushed
I can't move
Stunned
My body - numb

In vain I'm waiting for you
Someone mighty and vast
Put an image of your mind
But couldn't comprehend mine
A bad joke?
Or misconception?

With no shame
No back thoughts
Everything
I forgive you

You came to me
From my dreams
From the depths
Of mind's streams

You were here.
No regret.
This place
Didn't forget.

From (the) pain
You came to me,
And stayed
In (the) memories.

You,
I know
Our closeness
Belongs
To us.