4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Notes
Track seventeen is the closer, and it is the answer the whole album was written to reach. The Man Behind the Glass asked the question back on track four - can the curator ever stop? When the Glass Falls answers it. There's a room where I am known, where the versions finally go home.
This is the resurrection morning of a curated man. He hears Christ call his name the way He calls the dying and the meek, and at last he sets the mirror down upon the shelf and stops choosing which words he would speak. The glass he lived behind since first grade does not get cleaned or managed. It falls. Every angle I arranged, every frame I told myself to trust - all of it goes to dust, and what is on the other side is not exposure. It is being seen by Someone who was never fooled and never left. The face I always hid is the face He always planned to see.
And the second verse fills the room - she is there, a son recognized across the hall, the Father at the head in peace, the Author in the middle of it all. The room the curator thought he lived in alone was never empty. He was walking through. So the album that began with the universe held as a thought in the mind of God ends with one such thought finally at rest, fully known, the long night over. When the glass falls, I am home. When the glass falls, I am known. Sweet release. That is what the title meant all along.
Lyrics
[Intro]
There's a room
Where I am known
Where the versions
Finally go home
[Verse 1]
I heard Him call my name across the dark
The way He calls the dying and the meek
I set the mirror down upon the shelf
I stopped choosing which words I would speak
The last resolution faded into grey
The last frame went soft around the edge
A line of light along the hairline crack
He stood beside me at the final seam
[Pre-Chorus]
And the weight I carried
Into every room
Fell away beside me
Like the body from the tomb
[Chorus]
When the glass falls
Every version goes to dust
Every angle I arranged
Every frame I told myself to trust
When the glass falls
There is only Him and me
And the face I always hid
Is the face He always planned to see
When the glass falls
[Verse 2]
She is there, and older than I knew
A son I recognize across the hall
The Father seated at the head in peace
And the Author in the middle of it all
The body He returned to me is mine
The covenant He sealed in blood holds true
The room I thought I lived in all alone
Was never empty, He was walking through
[Pre-Chorus]
And the silence I once carried
Like a stone beneath my tongue
Is the silence of the morning
When a long long night is done
[Chorus]
When the glass falls
Every version goes to dust
Every angle I arranged
Every frame I told myself to trust
When the glass falls
There is only Him and me
And the face I always hid
Is the face He always planned to see
When the glass falls
[Bridge]
He said my name
I said His name
The name I carried
Became a flame
Not a burning
Not a blade
Just the knowing
Fully made
[Final Chorus]
When the glass falls
Every version comes to rest
Every piece of me arranged
Is the piece He always blessed
When the glass falls
There is only Him and me
And the man who learned to guard
Lays the mirror down and sees
When the glass falls
I am home
When the glass falls
I am known
[Outro]
There's a room
Where I am known
And He's there
On the throne
There's a room
No one finds
But I am standing
Now inside
Sweet release
Sweet release
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