All of a sudden a creature rises up from the water and
strides to the shore; it is Proteus, the oracle of the sea.
He tells Elias about the eternal validity of things. The
material world is not what it might seem to a physical
creature, it is the result of psychic energy. The true value
of a thing lies not in its physical appearance but in its
spirit. Everything we see (and do not see) is conscious
of itself, the fish as well as the ocean. The spirit creates
the matter, not vice versa. Accordingly, the soul does not
need a physical body to experience life and death and
everything which lies beyond. All life is infinite.And
while Proteus speaks on for hours and days and years
about the unity of all things he embodies summer as
well as autumn, winter and spring. Elias watches and
listens, astonished by the great words transmitted by
the God of the sea. Still drowned in magic thoughts he
finally believes to hear the ocean sing.
Do thoughts need eyes to exist,
Or is the mind just a sham?
Reflections try to resist:
"I think therefore I am!"
Sometimes Proteus comes to the beach
Changing shape on shores of dry blood
Sometimes silent waves find speech
And turn to a furious flood...
While waves are dancing let's walk home
Into the western ocean alone
Out of water we came
Vast oceans will have sealed
Men's fate without shame
When being is revealed
Sometimes a wave finds speech
and slays the spirits it can't reach...
strides to the shore; it is Proteus, the oracle of the sea.
He tells Elias about the eternal validity of things. The
material world is not what it might seem to a physical
creature, it is the result of psychic energy. The true value
of a thing lies not in its physical appearance but in its
spirit. Everything we see (and do not see) is conscious
of itself, the fish as well as the ocean. The spirit creates
the matter, not vice versa. Accordingly, the soul does not
need a physical body to experience life and death and
everything which lies beyond. All life is infinite.And
while Proteus speaks on for hours and days and years
about the unity of all things he embodies summer as
well as autumn, winter and spring. Elias watches and
listens, astonished by the great words transmitted by
the God of the sea. Still drowned in magic thoughts he
finally believes to hear the ocean sing.
Do thoughts need eyes to exist,
Or is the mind just a sham?
Reflections try to resist:
"I think therefore I am!"
Sometimes Proteus comes to the beach
Changing shape on shores of dry blood
Sometimes silent waves find speech
And turn to a furious flood...
While waves are dancing let's walk home
Into the western ocean alone
Out of water we came
Vast oceans will have sealed
Men's fate without shame
When being is revealed
Sometimes a wave finds speech
and slays the spirits it can't reach...