4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One day I'll close these dimming eyes
And open up a sharper pair
The colors that I've never seen
Were waiting for me there
Not floating off as vapor
Not a ghost without a name
But fuller, firmer, realer
With a body it won't shame
[Chorus]
And it's brighter than I dreamed
Brighter than the best of here
Every good thing was a postcard
Of a country drawing near
The render finally finished
Every pixel set aflame
He kept the highest resolution
For the morning that I came
Brighter than I dreamed
[Verse 2]
There's a table that is waiting
And a light that has no west
There's a face I'll see in fullness
And a name upon my chest
The wonder I've been chasing
In the static and the spark
Was a rumor of the sunrise
Always glowing through the dark
[Chorus]
And it's brighter than I dreamed
Brighter than the best of here
Every good thing was a postcard
Of a country drawing near
The render finally finished
Every pixel set aflame
He kept the highest resolution
For the morning that I came
Brighter than I dreamed
[Bridge]
No more glass and no more guessing
No more guarding what's behind
Fully seen and fully wanted
By the Author and the kind
[Final Chorus]
So it's brighter than I dreamed
And the dreaming wasn't wrong
He was always going somewhere
He was always writing the song
The little lights will gather
Where the one great Light became
And I'll be brighter than I dreamed
When He finally says my name
Made of light
Made of light
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