There are endless combinations of things you could say.
There are endless possibilities of things you can be.
The words that we choose, the names we bestow,
shape our experience, and what we know.
Can you imagine what it's like to be inside
someone else's experience, inside their mind?
We all are so limited in what we can feel,
so words are the closest tools we have to discovering that find.
To think, of all the languages - different ways to shape the world!
To think of all the books that have been written!
Look at what we've accomplished, look at what we've destroyed.
So many possibilities, we have to decide.
Who do we think we are to convince ourselves
that we know the proper way a human should behave?
How can anyone get mixed up in bigotry?
I'm no better than anyone, you're no better than me.
I have my limitations, just as you have yours.
We all deserve the same amount of liberty.
You can disregard anything I say,
but please at least take it into consideration.
Just as I won't react to you with consternation.
I don't have to agree, but I have chosen to listen.
And if this is the end, as some would have us believe,
then we must make the most of what is left to be.
And feel grateful we were able to experience it at all,
in all its chaotic ugliness, in all its chaotic joy.
So all we can do is set forth with the best palette we can,
to create a beautiful image to share with the world.
A comma's the only mark to use existentially,
since things are always carrying on, always cycling by -
in seasons and in years, in laughter and tears -
always carrying on, indefinitely,