Nothing new’s been created
Since the cosmic Big Bang
Every change since that moment
Has been subtle rearranging
But then, what are thoughts?
And what form did they take
When the world that we know
Was still only half baked
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Nothing new’s been created
Since the cosmic Big Bang
Every change since that moment
Has been subtle rearranging
But then, what are thoughts?
And what form did they take
When the world that we know
Was still only half baked