Flesh Becomes Air

We look up at the sky, and because of how far the light has to travel, we look upon, in awe, the night sky, full of the ghosts of stars... stars that no longer exist - the very stars that we are now made of. Perhaps we have no purpose in life... except to one night, on a calm night, to return to the stars that birthed us; the very stars that we are made of... and as we depart, we hear the approaching thunder.


1.    Flesh Becomes Air          4:43

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