In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise. The truth is only
ever relied on that which we agree and abide.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.

In old Tennessee, the last century. All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we
should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.

There’s a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be. And the halcyon fields
of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary.

Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied. No longer will
the market decide what the government should provide.
At the meeting of the minds. Sign of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We
all need some kind of creed to lead us to light