[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]
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[story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno]
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THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.
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You built all memories on a framework
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of the zodiac and other known structures,
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every thought was linked to a special picture.
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You stigmatized their keenness and location
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on a deep and shrouded level. Remembering, controling
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was the way to higher knowledge.
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In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence,
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every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger
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the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection.
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A vortex of information reigned inside
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and found its way,
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THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.
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With self-hypnosis you put it in
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a dynamic pattern,
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IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND
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No physical laws were rooted in your system
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everything was forces of thoughts and sensations,
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which is streaming through man.
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Mist and rain just a condition of unawareness,
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and volcanos a state of rage.
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A prophet in cosmology, like Copernicus
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you saw the stars as suns.
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And a warrior who fought with intellctual swords,
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with arrow-sharp words.
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In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence,
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every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger
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the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection.
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A vortex of information reigned inside
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and found its way,
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THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.
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With self-hypnosis you put it in
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a dynamic pattern,
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IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND
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Ars Memorativa
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