You're my Babylon
I dreamt a dream
You wear a crown
Then your afternoon comes
Each day prayer time
Quiet
Silence my thoughts
My self approaches
My self it waits
To just be
I am the lighthouse
I am the sea
My view is that an artistic and literary protest against a spiritually bankrupt civilization is needed. A persons or groups self-understanding is not viewed as reliable knowledge, because it is distorted by psychological delusion, perspectival illusion, and ideological prejudice. Life itself is a work of art!