You're The One (NG RE - EDIT) (COMPLETA)

My Mind Is A Topology (Symphonic Version)

Opening Invocation (Spoken, whispered with rising orchestral hum)
My mind is a topology…
from the way I think of me,
to the difference between me—
where one state starts, another plagiarizes another.
After a while, or so, I slow to a flow
that underestimates my expectations.

Interlude (strings swell, soft piano arpeggios)
From here, after a while,
even time remembers to rehearse time’s universal verse.
After a moment or so
you’ll feel the difference take you away from your indifferences.

Verse 1 (sung, airy female vocal with male echo)
Don’t ask me where my mind begins,
it has no edge, no walls, no skin.
It loops, it folds, it climbs, it bends,
a Möbius strip that never ends.

Bridge A (spoken, layered over shimmering synths)
Between here and now…
become your reckoning’s awakening.
Between the differences in the scene—
mind the scenery.

Chorus (full choir with strings & brass)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
not a thought, but the shape of me.
Not a dot on a chart, but a field in bloom,
where memory curves and futures loom. 🎶

Verse 2 (sung, more intense, drums and bass enter)
Thoughts aren’t lines, they spiral wide,
through folded space where selves collide.
You try to map me, I shift phase,
a conscious knot through quantum haze.

Bridge B (spoken, almost prophetic, with orchestra surging beneath)
After you become the differences between time,
invite your mind to remind you of now.
Each idea… a torsion twist.
Each belief… a surface shift.
What I am is not where I’ve been—
it’s how I’ve curved what lies within.

Chorus (repeated, soaring with gospel choir textures)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
laced with light and anomaly.
So don’t seek truth in what you see—
seek the fold… and find me free. 🎶

Final Spoken Word (over fading orchestra, strings dissolving into silence)
Life after thought is a topology too—
from difference to difference, from now to now.
After a while, the spiral becomes the song.
After a moment, the song becomes the mind.
And the mind… becomes free.

Times Universal Verse

I mourn peace and freedom. I mourn checks and balances, and the democratic consensus. I mourn every innocent victim of war—every child, every dream crushed by every tyrant. How could I not? How can you not?

Being pro-people and pro-peace isn’t being anti-anyone, it’s refusing to let pain justify cruelty. I love my Jewish friends, but I also mourn the moral consensus we once called “Never Again.” Because safety matters—yours, mine, theirs, ours. Everyone’s safety matters… That’s why my heart can’t stop singing and praying for world peace. I’m not anti-anyone. I’m anti-dehumanization. My hope is that the Jewish story can end in healing, not repetition. 

I can’t help but hope… because I believe we can protect each other without inflicting new wounds. Empathy isn’t a zero-sum game; it’s what makes us human! It’s what helps us survive and thrive as one earthly, democratic tribe. In fact, empathy is the ultimate weapon against evil! That is exactly why those who cannot feel it try to divide and conquer by calling empathy weak or dangerous.

Simone Weil wrote: “Imaginary evil is romantic; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren.” So when I hear friends glorify revenge to justify genocide, I weep… as if trauma could explain violence because it gives despair a proud story; as if moral drama, fueled by hubris, could heal the multigenerational void of helplessness left by past and future trauma. When a pacifist says “no more heroes, no more villains, just humans,” it’s treated as a threat, as if “you’re with us or against us” were unquestionable truth. 

But Nietzsche warned that those who fight monsters must be careful not to become them, and Hannah Arendt reminded us that fear of being a victim can make us accept the role of the oppressor. Real humanism doesn’t erase trauma, it transcends it! Pacifism isn’t naïve; it’s a radical commitment to ending the cycle of identification with force. 

Winning means grounding ourselves in moral coherence. Life is sacred. It’s not about picking sides between nations (or parties)… it’s about choosing compassion over cruelty. Sigh. 

And so well now, of course, I wrote yet another song—another “Letter to My Friend,” about Never Again. 💌

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@bananasutra – Lyrics: “Letter to My Friend”

Hey love, 
I’ve been thinkin’, the air’s gone strange.
We built a bridge, but fear made the range. 
When did caring turn into crime? 
Since when did heartbeats choose a side in time?

You think my tears forgot their tribe, 
But pain’s one language, that’s the vibe. 
If I cry for Gaza, do I leave you dry? 
Or can both our ghosts learn to sigh and fly?

I’m not your enemy, babe, I’m the echo that remains. 
Every love I add don’t steal your chains. 
Peace ain’t a prize that one can win; 
It’s a wound that heals when we let it begin. 
Oh, Bananasutra sings again…

Your roots run deep in haunted clay, 
I feel that tremor every day. 
But if walls keep empathy out of sight, 
Ain’t we just living in longer nights?

You guard your story like sacred wine, 
But I sip my sorrow... it tastes like thine. 
Can’t “never again” be a door, not a wall? 
Must one rise so another can fall?

I’m not your rival, love, I’m the ache that understands, 
Two trembling souls with open hands. 
My heart don’t subtract when it starts to expand; 
It multiplies truth in foreign lands.

Pain is pain; it don’t wear flags. 
It needs no borders, no tags. 
Fear’s a thief, babe, it steals our sight, 
Makes day look wrong and wrong look right.

Would you rather win, or rather heal? 
Would you rather numb, or rather feel? 
If trust could hum a new refrain, 
Would you hear my note through your pain?

I’m not against you, I’m just against cruel. 
Love ain’t a weapon; it’s the rebel’s rule. 
Let’s rewrite Never Again for all, 
’Cause peace built on pride’s just another wall.

So hey, my friend, come dance instead? 
We’ll sing for the living, not just the dead. 
Bananasutra’s heart don’t bend, 
It blooms, it breaks, it mends. 🪽


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