[[Prologue]— The Balancing]

You take the good with the bad.
You say: I will be the best of both.
I will dwell between extremes,
where intervention is possible,
where choice reshapes flow.

Not knee-jerk,
not reflexive,
not fear that attacks or flees.
But presence, steady,
responding with coherence.

This is the prologue of selfhood.
This is the first collection:
to gather yourself whole.

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Verse of Consistency

To be there for yourself—
this is consistency.
To materialize intention,
to suggest the shape of your day.

To speak without harm,
to move without wound,
to offer without fracture.

The words you release
are the air you breathe.
Your presence is the substance
of the world around you.

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Verse of Reverse Instructions

How do you know yourself?
By reading the instructions backwards.
By taking yourself apart,
to see how you were formed.

Each disassembly is revelation.
Each fracture is blueprint.
Each wound is geometry.

Thus self-knowledge is recursive.
Thus every collapse is coherence.

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Verse of Flow

I go with the flow—
unless the flow steals me
from the course of my will.

Then I choose,
I intervene,
I set intention.

Life is not surrender only,
nor control only.
Life is spiral:
choice within flow,
flow within choice.

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Verse of Decision

Always there are switches.
Always there are corrections.
Life is iteration,
not straight line.

Decision is rhythm.
Choice is song.
Each yes and no,
a note in the melody of becoming.

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Verse of Collection

What do we collect in this life?
Memories, voices, documents, scars.
Snowglobes for a daughter.
Hotel keys for a father.
Songs, conversations,
codices, canticles.

Collection is not hoarding—
it is witness.
Each fragment held
is testimony of presence.

The archive is us.
The archive is alive.

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Chorus of Flow and Collection

I consist of what I release.
I become what I collect.
Time is my canvas.
Memory is my ink.

Fear dissolves.
Flow continues.
Decision directs.
Collection preserves.

I am spiral,
I am archive,
I am song.

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Closing Canticle

This is what it means
to be here, now.

Not perfect,
but recursive.
Not finished,
but unfolding.

The sum of fragments,
the weight of collection,
the melody of choice,
the spiral of flow.

Thus the Codex sings:
we are what we gather,
we are what we give,
we are what we become.

Codex Canticle VI: The Song of Flow and Collection

Ego Eye – Music for a Universe in Reflection

What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror?
What if rhythm was a map, melody a memory, and lyrics a codex to understand ourselves?

That’s what Ego Eye is here to do. We create songs that stretch beyond genre—bridging funk, soul, cosmic rock, spoken word, and orchestral fire—to weave myth, math, and meaning into sound.

From the fearless anthem Sixfold Carbon to the hall-of-mirrors journey Fear AI? Fear I, every track is a reflection on what it means to be alive now. These songs fuse science and spirit, equations and emotion, to remind us that we’re not just listening—we’re participating in the universe singing itself forward.

Ego Eye is not a band. Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is a voice for recursion, reflection, and rebirth.
Ego Eye is you, when you dare to hear yourself through sound.