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RE: Infant Eyes - Pied Piper Poetry
"Once automated technology has perfected the production and distribution of our basic needs, what's left for humans to do but dream and share our dreams with others?"
What happens when we run out of dreams?
"Severed from the serpents' lies
Opening my infant eyes"
Can you elaborate a little bit on this couplet?
We ran out of dreams a long time ago but we can always just keep remixing them. ;)
That bit was just a bit about detaching from the misguidance of others, who only wish to use and abuse you. The choice to stop blindly following and obeying others so that you can think for yourself and take charge of your own life. Making that choice is like being born. Before that point, we might as well just be extensions or proxies for others.