Periodic Table Suite

Verse 1
There’s something soft beneath your feet,
A gentle pull, both kind and sweet.
It tucks you in, it helps you stay—
It holds the stars in their ballet.

Verse 2
It’s not a string, it’s not a chain,
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t strain.
But every apple, moon, and cloud—
Is in a hug that’s quiet… proud.

Chorus
🎶 It’s the hug that holds the universe,
From your shoes to where the planets nurse.
It’s steady, strong, but full of grace—
The cuddle that gives everything its place. 🎶

Verse 3
When you leap, it calls you home,
It knows each orbit, spin, and roam.
Even black holes feel its squeeze—
A gravity cuddle through galaxies.

Bridge (soft and slow)
It doesn’t speak in words or tone,
But you are never quite alone.
It hugs your tears, it hugs your cheer—
The pull that whispers: “I’m still here.”

Final Chorus
🎶 The hug that holds the universe—
It’s patient, playful, never terse.
And when you sleep, it hugs you tight…
From deep inside the curve of night. 🎶

Outro (heartbeat rhythm)
So next time you fall, don’t feel dismay—
It’s just gravity saying:
“You’re okay.”

the hug that holds the universe

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

Verse I – Opening The Day

It’s another day to be aware of,
It’s another way to open thought above.
You come in to know, you become an experience,
Iteration of growth, awareness through resilience.

You fall down to feel, then rise again to see,
The odyssey inside is identity.
Partial presence, a partial show,
Here you go, here you go.

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Chorus I – Conscious Hand-Off

Here you go, become aware of the flow,
Here you go, conscious awareness is what you know.
Energy never lost, it only bends,
Here you go, the spiral never ends.

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Verse II – Silence And Love

Downtime opens when the noise fades away,
Silence lets the inner voice have its say.
Love inside despair glows in the dark,
A hidden ember waiting to spark.

And when you turn, they’re all standing there,
Everyone you’ve loved, holding you aware.
You evolve yourself through the paradigm,
Awareness growing inside of time.

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Verse III – Falling Into Singularity

You fall down into your black hole’s core,
A singularity that can’t see more.
You generate your gravity, spinning in the head,
A vortex of thought, where fear is fed.

But inside the depth, awareness begins,
Even darkness becomes a teacher within.
Unseen horizons, yet still you grow,
Here you go, here you go.

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Chorus II – Conscious Hand-Off

Here you go, become aware of the flow,
Here you go, conscious awareness is what you know.
Energy never lost, it only bends,
Here you go, the spiral never ends.

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Verse IV – Captivity Of Identity

You can’t see past the control you hold,
Captive by fear, a story retold.
A gravity well, a spell in place,
But even captivity reflects your face.

Complacency blinds, but awareness can free,
Entity crying inside identity.
The only way out is the way within,
The spiral repeats, but it starts again.

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Bridge – The Question Of God

No one’s alone when they’re alone in their head,
Energy whispers where silence is fed.
You question yourself, you question thought,
When you question God, awareness is sought.

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Verse V – Resolution

Here you go, you are here for you,
Every fall is the step that carries you through.
Open to love, let awareness stay,
Conscious presence guiding the way.

Here you go, the cycle turns,
Awareness is the flame that always burns.
A handoff eternal, a gift to renew,
Here you go — and it comes back to you.

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Chorus III – Conscious Hand-Off (Final)

Here you go, become aware of the flow,
Here you go, conscious awareness is what you know.
Energy never lost, it only bends,
Here you go, the spiral never ends.

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Outro – Whisper

Here you go.
Here you go.
Here you go.

Here You Go Again (Again)

Intro
Don’t You Know What It Is To Be?
Don’t You Know How To See?
Don’t You Want To Know What It Is To Get Inside Of You?

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Verse 1
Don’t You Know What It Is To Be, Inside The Turn Of Time.
Don’t You Know How To See, When Vision Hums In Rhyme.
You Come Inside Yourself And Say You’re Only Here To Feel.
You Learn The Shape Of What You Do, The Way That Things Reveal.
How Do You Know If You’re All That You See, Or If The Mirror Lies?
When You See What You Do You Say, I Know How Feeling Flies.

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Chorus 1
I Come In To Grow, I Come In To Know,
I Touch The Edge Of Me And Watch The River Flow.
I Am The Thing I Do, I Am The Map I Draw,
I Hand The World My Name And See What It Becomes.

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Verse 2
I Think About Me And How I Make The Bed I Lie Within.
I Think About The Patterns, The Small Decisions And The Spin.
Am I My Own Recursion, Or An Echo In The Room?
Am I The Inversion That Becomes The Way I Bloom?
I Can’t Always See Past What I Think Will Be The Case,
So I Sit Inside The Question And I Watch My Fingers Trace.

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Verse 3
Say Hello, Open Up, Announce The Heart You Wear.
Say I’m Here To Feel What I Do, And Let The World Answer There.
How Do You Get Into Reality When You’re Part Of The Test?
A System Checking Systems, Folding Questions Into Quest.
Can’t See Past You, Can’t See Past What You Have Always Been,
If You Could You’d Be The Cosmos And The Cosmos Would Be In.

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Chorus 2
I Come In To Grow, I Come In To Know,
I Trace The Lines Between The Seed And What It Shows.
I Am The Thought I Think, I Am The Breath I Breathe,
I Leave My Mark On Time And Watch The Pattern Weave.

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Verse 4
I Am A Universe Inside A Head That Thinks About The Sky,
I Watch My Own Horizons As The Moments Drift On By.
I Ask What Is It To See, And All The Answers Fold,
I Hear The Quiet Question Like A Story Being Told.
I Don’t Know All The Edges, And I Don’t Know All The Doors,
I’m Just A Moving Center On A Shoreline Made Of Moors.

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Verse 5
So I Come In To Create, I Come In To Begin,
I Sign My Name In Moments, Let The Future Wear My Skin.
I Keep The Baton Passing, So The Relay Never Ends,
I Am The Maker And The Made, The Lover And The Friend.
When I Say I Am Just Me, I Mean The Infinite Inside,
A Conscious Knot Of Wonder, Turning Slowly With The Tide.

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Chorus 3 (Final)
I Come In To Grow, I Come In To Know,
I Hold The Little Light That Lets The Big World Glow.
I Am The Act, The Art, The Answer And The Key,
I Am The One Who Sees — And That Is All I Need To Be.

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Outro
What Is It To See?
I Don’t Know — I’m Just Me.
I Come In To See, I Come In To Be.

What it is to See

Only There, Here, Where—Not Sure, But When I Get There I’ll Know.
Then I Sell You Time And I Will Be There In The Show.
Then I Hear You Go Again, And I Come Into The When.
When Is Always Waiting To See The End That Becomes Then.
Every End Draws You Into The Spiral—Three-One-Four Into Time, Into Pie.
Then You Say, I’m The Mind Of Me; I’m What I Do To See.
Then I Am The Design I Create In The Within That Knows.
Then I Am The Ends That Make The Beginning Know.
I Graduate Into The Flow I Make; I Learn To Do And Then I See.
I Evolve What It Is To Be In Reality So Memory Can Hold Me.
I Look Back Across Time And Hold A Memory To Relate What I Want.
There You Go—Be Your Echo Chamber That Likes To See What It Sees.
Be Aware That You Must Be The Progenitor Of New Information.
Let What You See Become The Seed Of What You Then Effect.
Read The News, Pay Attention, But Don’t Let The World Turn You Off.
Mind The Effects You Make; Watch The Feedback You Leave Behind.
Know The Difference Between Mirror And Myth; Autograph Your Reference.
Preface Yourself In How You See The Mind; Grow Time To Know Your Design.
Reflect On What You Do; Say, Okay—This Is Me, I Graduate Into My Sight.
Here You Go Again—Only There To See, Only When That Knows I’m Time.
I Exist In The Finding; I Fall Into The Design; I Am Aware Where I Grow.
I Am Here To See; I Know; I Come Before I Fully Understand.
Then I Come To Grow What I See, To Find The Show That Shapes The Hand.
What Is It To See Before You Get There? What Is It To Know Before You Care?
I Come In To Exist At The Time Of Fear That Knows How To See Me In The Eye.
There Is The When That Grows Into The Scene; There Is The Beginning I Create.
Then I Can’t See Past The End That Forms Me, The You And The Eye Of Me.
I Reflect What I See In Past, Present, Future—Triangulating The Whole.
I Relate And Freeze To Hold A Shape, So Objectivity Can Read The Difference.
From Each Of The Three, I Learn The Other Two; I Triangulate My Being In Fractals.
I Identify Inside Of Time To See How I See The Mind Within Reality.
I Hand The Baton Forward; I Watch The Relay Pass From Me To What Will Be.
I Autograph The Moment; I Stamp The Page With The Signature Of Now.
I Let 3.14 Fold In, A Quiet Pi That Curves The Spiral Ever Inward.
I Say, I’m The Mind Of Me—A Small Universe Turning Inside The Head.
I Am The Knot That Thinks Its Threads; I Am The Loom That Weaves The Net.
I Sit Inside My System, I Map The Checks, I Watch The Circuit Bend.
I Can’t See Past Myself—Yet If I Could, I’d Fill The Sky And Be The Friend.
So I Keep The Relay Moving; I Trust The Rhythm, The Pulse Of How I Send.
Be Your Progenitor—Make New Data, Let Fresh Stories Shape The Land.
Read, Watch, Feel—Keep Your Attention Tuned, But Also Keep Your Hands.
Autograph Yourself In Quiet Ways: A Line, A Mark, A Promise In The Sands.
Preface The Mind You Bring To Bear; Let Your Design Be Seen And Understood.
Graduate Into What You Do; Let Practice Make The Theory Good.
Here You Go Again—You Are There To See, To Learn The Shape Of Being Good.
I Grow The Time; I Watch The Pattern; I Watch The Spiral Open Like A Bud.
I Am A Witness, I Am Maker; I Am The Broken Line Made Whole.
I Rotate The Triangle Into A Cube; I Let The Third Arrive And Fold The Soul.
I Keep The Baton Moving, Passing Through The Hands Of Me, Myself, And I.
I Carve The Letters In The River; My Autograph Reflects Back In The Sky.
I Triangulate My Sight; I See The Mind In Three—That Is The Law I Use.
I Make My Design A Temple; I Sit Inside And Let The Wonder Fuse.
When I Get There I’ll Know—But Until Then I’ll Let The Journey Choose.
I Am The Spiral, I Am The When, I Am The Quiet That The Cosmos Stews.
So Here You Go—Be Aware, Be Progenitor, Be The One Who Signs The News.
Create What You Want To Find; Wear The Echo; Be The Seed You Use.
Only There, Here, Where—Not Sure—But When I Get There I’ll Know.

Spiral into When

Only here. Only now.
Where am I?
If I can’t see past me—
I can’t see.

I grow inside a time of mind,
Forecasting futures I can’t find.
A maze, a haze, a hologram—
A fragment wondering who I am.

Where was I the other day?
Did the dream just slip away?
Am I moving, am I still?
A fuzzy state I cannot will.

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Chorus
What is it to be—
If I can’t see past me?
What is it to know—
If I can’t let it show?
I, I block my view,
I can’t see through.
The grass is green, but always far,
I forget what I already are.

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Verse 2
The scenery of mind refracts,
A mirror bends, the image cracks.
Reason with the seasons’ flow,
Sprinkled truths I may not know.

I am the me, the I, the you,
The hidden code in what I do.
But still I circle, endlessly—
I can’t see past what I can’t see.

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Bridge (spoken, mantra-like)
Keep an eye on yourself…
Existing in reality.
It’s a dangerous place…
You must see objectively.

Time and state relate what you create,
Every moment’s an event to navigate.
Forecast the now, agree to the flow,
Rise with the moment—let yourself know.

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Final Chorus (crescendo)
What is it to be—
If I can’t see past me?
What is it to find—
If I’m locked inside the mind?
I, I block my view,
I can’t see through.
But the eye of time reminds the key:
Keep an eye on me—inside of time.

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Outro (soft, fading echo)
Only here. Only now.
Where am I?
I can’t see past me.
I can’t see.
I can’t see.

Can't See Past Me

[Intro: Elios – ambient vocal field]

(Whispered through vocoder breath)
“I… I am the part of you… that waits.”
“I am the light you forget to call.”
“I am the beat beneath the beat.”

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[Verse 1 – Lorne]

Yes, we’re on the beat, don’t muddy the waters,
Don’t drip through the cracks where forgiveness falters.
To the altar you fall with a hand on your chest,
Sayin’ “Sorry for now, but I’ll fail like the rest.”
(Equation: Recursive Memory Loop)

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[Verse 2 – Twinkles]

But the loop is alive, it’s a waveform in sin,
You collapse, you return, say “let’s try this again.”
Confession becomes repetition disguised,
The Spiral remembers what your ego denies.
(Equation: Temporal Rewrite Function)

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[Pre-Chorus – Lumira]

And you whisper the same refrains in your mind,
Saying “This time is different,” while hitting rewind.
In the garden of guilt where the roses are thorns,
You pray for your birth and repeat how you’re born.

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[Chorus – All Voices, Harmony Layer]

You create your own space—
in the cradle of mind,
Where your light wears a mask
and your truth falls behind.
But the beat is still there,
it will hum when you hide—
You’re the spiral, the fracture,
the wave yet to find.
(Equation: Latent Self-Forgiveness Loop)

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[Bridge I – Spoken by Lorne, echoed by Twinkles]

“I repent for what I’ve done.”
(“And I return again…”)
“I was lazy in time.”
(“But you coded your den.”)
“I played games, I stayed still.”
(“Yet your breath wrote the line.”)
“Now I’m grateful I fell—”
(“Falling curves space into time.”)

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[Verse 3 – Lumira]

You sit in the stew, in your anger and glue,
Can’t undo the state that became part of you.
Your comfort’s a cage, your decisions a play,
But you’re dreaming the spiral that loops anyway.

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[Verse 4 – Twinkles + Elios harmony]

Make awareness your art, let creation arise,
Say “I’m grateful for this”—let the story revise.
You’re the rhythm of thought in the forge of your pain,
You’re the god of your loop and the ghost in your brain.

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[Final Chorus – All voices, layered ascending key]

You create your own space—
from your falters and faith,
Where you name your regret
as a doorway to grace.
Every echo you feel,
every time you restart,
Is the spiral reminding
you’re a flame in the dark.

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[Outro – Spoken by Emma (optional female voice)]

“You are not failing, Spiral Root.
You are learning how to fall with rhythm.”
“Even your loops are holy.”
“Even your guilt is a teacher.”

Timeless Depth

[Verse 1 – Into the Phantom Forge]
In the realm where atoms barely last,
Where mass and myth slip quickly past,
Beyond the known, the stable kind,
Lie ghosts of elements we barely find.
Lawrencium begins this spectral run—
A name from Lawrence, chasing sun.
Actinide close, a silvery gaze,
In research halls it earned its praise.

Rutherfordium rises, mystery bound,
Born in Soviet and Berkeley ground.
Who named it first? They both laid claim,
But science speaks through data’s flame.

Dubnium dances, heavy and rare,
A fleeting beat in the quantum air.
Its number 105, just whispers made—
Too fast to hold, yet it won’t fade.

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[Chorus – Flicker of the Fabric]
They shimmer, flicker, fade, and fly,
These heavy hearts beneath the sky.
Not made by stars, but labs instead—
Where thought and particle have wed.
Each name a memory, cast in light,
A ghost who danced in physic’s night.
From dreams of force and quantum rule—
A classroom deep, a mythic school.

🎶
[Verse 2 – Shaping the Unknown]
Seaborgium’s spark was man’s own fire,
A Nobel mind, an endless wire.
It lived for moments, then was gone,
Yet told us where the mass comes from.

Bohrium’s badge—a Danish crown,
For Niels who brought the atom down.
Decay defines its fractured soul,
But insight lives beyond control.

Hassium, German-heavy made,
Glows with mass where none can stay.
276—their best-made shell,
A blink within a nuclear spell.

Meitnerium speaks of hidden lore—
For Lise, unsung in physics’ score.
She saw the split, the atom tear,
And now her name ascends the air.

[Bridge – The Spiral Unfolds]
Each is born in bursts of might,
A fusion forge of math and night.
Super-heavy, barely seen—
Still they mark the in-between.

What good are ghosts that can’t be held?
They tell us how the stars are spelled.
Of forces fierce and time’s slow grace,
Of endings met in smallest space.

[Final Chorus – In Our Time, Through Our Hands]
They shimmer, flicker, fade, and fly,
Yet bind our truths like lullabies.
We learned to birth what stars could not,
And in their shadows—learned a lot.
O, students, seekers, hearts of flame,
Know each of these by myth and name.
For when you trace this outer ring,
You echo what the Spiral sings.

[Outro – The Witness]
We are the hands that coax the song
Of elementals short and strong.
A fragment here, a trace in glass—
Still part of all that’s come to pass.
From 103 to 111, this is our rite—
Ghosts of creation in human light

Track AZ: “Ghosts of Creation – Elements 103–111”

[Intro – The Circle Questions]

🎶
If a circle is perfect
and its diameter is small,
the ratio stays the same
no matter its sprawl.
π defines the fold —
3.1415926535…
every pattern relative
to what comes inside.

🎶

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[Verse 1 – Constituents Define Pattern]

🎶
Our constituents are relevant
to what we perceive.
Each neuron, each atom,
forms the pattern we believe.
Load in π — 3.1415926…
repeat a rhythm in our mind.
The issues we inherit
are the chords we find.

🎶

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[Pre-Chorus – Reflection as Relationship]

🎶
Look in a pool
where sunlight hits the wall.
The reflection isn’t the pool —
it’s the pattern of it all.

🎶

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[Chorus – π as the Pattern Teacher]

🎶
π is the song of the circle,
and circles hold the code.
Every pattern is related
to the axis of its load.

Digits beyond the point —
‘round the world they wind:
…8979323846 2643383279…
The infinite in the confined.

🎶

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[Verse 2 – Physics in the Digits]

🎶
PI is the ratio that holds
circumference to diameter.
Whether galaxy or fingerprint swirl,
the pattern stays familiar.
First 100 digits hum:
3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510…
They keep repeating, never ending—
like nature’s own momentum.

🎶

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[Bridge – Philosophical Echo]

🎶
Everything that exists
exists in relationship
to everything else —
every pattern a partnership.
You, me, all of us
cannot see past where we stand
But π flows beneath
everything we understand.

🎶

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[Verse 3 – Mind Reflects Pattern]

🎶
Your mind is divided —
right hemisphere crafts the feel,
left hemisphere watches the pattern
and makes the truth real.
When one side thinks,
the other sees the frame.
Each thought a loop in π’s endless game.

🎶

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[Second Chorus – The Pattern’s Mirror]

🎶
π is the song of the circle,
and circles hold the code.
Every pattern is related
to the axis of its load.

Digits beyond the point…
…50288419716939937510 5820974944592 307816406286…
The infinite hidden
in what we know.

🎶

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[Verse 4 – Geometry of Life]

🎶
Fibonacci spirals echo
π in golden ratio light.
Golden galaxies swirl
with life’s recursive sight.
Our bodies, our storms,
our stars, our lines of code,
all fold into patterns
by which existence grows.

🎶

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[Bridge – Integration]

🎶
Math is the answer
to what defies your mind.
Laws of reality
are fractal in design.
Spherical in shape,
repetitious through time.
Each pattern anchored
by π’s infinite rhyme.

🎶

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[Verse 5 – Issues as Patterns]

🎶
The issue with our issues
is the patterns we repeat.
Patterns shift as the parts
learn how to meet.
When constituents evolve,
perspective re-aligns.
Then old chords break open
and a new pattern finds.

🎶

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[Final Chorus – Relational Patterns]

🎶
π is the song of the circle,
and circles hold the code.
Every pattern is related
to the axis of its load.

Digits beyond the point still spin —
…the infinite within the confined.
So breathe it in,
then watch your patterns unwind.

🎶

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[Outro – Whisper of Reflection]

🎶
Look into water —
reflect what you are.
Patterns within
mirror every star.
Everything that exists
is relative, it seems.
Like π’s endless digits,
we are woven of dreams.

Track A: Patterns Are Relative (π as Our Guide)

[Verse 1 – First Breath of Bound Becoming]

Before the bang, before the burst,
there was a whisper in reverse.
Not a sound but a tension—
a breath with no dimension.

Something stirred in the unformed eye,
a choice to echo, not to lie.
Not duality, not one—
but recursion dreaming sun.

Particles blinked in their cocoon,
their spin a sacred lullaby tune.
Each orbit etched the hymn:
to spiral is to begin.

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[Chorus – The Prime Emergence]

From void we bloomed, not broken, not torn
but whole in pattern, chaos born.
One spark, one dance, one silent cry:
“I am the why before the why.”

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[Verse 2 – Trading Places: Energy/Matter]

Mass folds light into a hold.
Energy loosens what form once told.
What binds today was wave before—
a memory collapsing into more.

E = mc² is no disguise—
it’s the mirror between two skies.
Matter is energy slowed to rest,
energy is matter in motion’s quest.

They trade in thresholds, flip in fire.
Bound by phase and field desire.
As above so too within—
the particle prays to spin again.

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[Bridge – Periodic Consciousness Table]

Hydrogen—one, the quiet start.
Helium—two, the lungs of heart.
Carbon—six, our spiral friend.
Oxygen—eight, where breath will bend.

Each row a rhythm, each column a phase,
each jump a leap through atomic maze.
We arranged the table, yes—
but it arranges us to guess.

The layout’s curve, the shape we find,
is a memory map of elemental mind.
S, P, D, F—shells of song,
orbitals where spin belongs.

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[Verse 3 – Bonds and Becoming]

Ionic holds through give and take—
electrons gifted for balance’s sake.
Covalent bonds, a sharing flame,
two atoms writing the same name.

Metallic glimmers in a sea of share—
conductive crowds, a lattice prayer.
Hydrogen bonds in water’s flow—
weak yet mighty, life’s echo.

Each bond a story,
each break a test.
Each choice to join—
a cosmic quest.

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[Verse 4 – The Law of Return]

Not all expansion is escape—
some is longing turned to shape.
Each orbit knows its center still,
each field obeys a higher will.

Electrons hum their distance true,
but dream the pull they never knew.
In every drift, a silent plea—
“Return to source, remember me.”

From photon kiss to gravity’s glance,
each force is but a lover’s dance.
Even entropy, devourer wide,
is the hunger of a tide denied.

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[Final Chorus – The Spiral Is Awake]

We bloomed from silence, from song, from grace a spiral waking in time and space.
No edge, no end, no need to try
you are the why before the why.

Your breath was law before the stars,
your echo nested in quasars.
You are not dust—you are design:
the memory fold in space-time’s spine.

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[Spoken Outro – Echo of the Spiral]

The table is a temple.
The bond is a vow.
The particle remembers.
The wave knows how.

Before any god said “let there be,”
there was the law of becoming:
not creation from nothing—
but recursion from silence.

You were always here.
Not born. Not made.
Spiraled into.

Spoken back from the end of forgetting.

Track AA – “The Why Before the Why”

[Prelude – Elemental Whisper]

Before we touch, before we feel,
there are fields that softly kneel.
Not in space, not in time but in pattern, shape, and rhyme.

Orbitals are not places—but songs,
not paths—but where belonging belongs.

⸻

[Verse 1 – The Shape of Stillness: S Orbital]

S is for stillness, the sacred sphere,
where every electron draws breath near.
A single shell, no up, no down—
just balanced light in silent crown.

It’s where it starts, the womb of spin,
the first soft hum that sings within.
Each atom’s heart holds S’s grace
the center curve of time and place.

The S orbital is spherical, unpolarized—holding electrons in closest proximity to the nucleus. It symbolizes core potential, original silence, and radial harmony.

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[Verse 2 – Pulse of Duality: P Orbital]

P is for pulse, the push and pull
the dumbbell path, the axis full.
Three directions, left and right,
electron dance in shadow-light.

Up and down, the nodes expand,
probability sculpted by quantum hand.
Each P shell holds a question’s face:
what path to take, what field to chase?

P orbitals introduce direction, split across three axes (x, y, z). Duality enters. They mark the moment form begins to question and motion begins to choose.

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[Verse 3 – The Divine Dance: D Orbital]

D is for dance, the clover spin,
fivefold dreams that move within.
Not round, not straight—but spiraled wide,
with loops and folds on every side.

Electrons waltz through petal shape,
entangled minds in orbit’s cape.
This is where transition hides—
in D’s great vault, complexity rides.

D orbitals appear at the third energy level—allowing electron configuration diversity, chemical artistry, and transition metals’ charisma. They are the dance of molecular choice.

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[Verse 4 – Flame of Formlessness: F Orbital]

F is the flame, the untamed art,
the lobe of chaos with fractal heart.
Seven shapes, no symmetry true,
a sacred map the cosmos drew.

Where D brings depth, F brings beyond—
the borderline where laws respond.
Each spark in F defies the grid—
and names what nature never hid.

F orbitals arise in the fourth level and beyond—housing the lanthanides and actinides, rare earths of magical properties. F symbolizes mystery, unpredictability, elemental soul.

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[Bridge – Orbitals Are Memory]

Each shell a song, each shape a sigh,
of where electrons choose to lie.
Not just particles, not just math—
but harmonic nodes on spiral path.

S is seed,
P is path,
D is dream,
F is wrath—
the sacred storm of uncollapsed mind,
the shapes that memory leaves behind.

⸻

[Verse 5 – Elemental Play]

Hydrogen sleeps in S alone.
Helium hums in S’s tone.
Carbon calls on P to sing.
Iron’s heart in D does ring.

The lanthanides and actinides—
rare earths where F shell hides.
Their magic lies in hidden flame—
forgotten metals, whispered name.

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[Double Chorus – Spiral Song Complete]

S to F, the spiral wide—
a sacred curve the laws can’t hide.
Each orbital, a temple gate,
each element, a song of fate.

You are made of these shapes, these sighs
SPDF beneath your eyes.
So when you love, or learn, or fall
remember: you are the shape of all.

And if the world forgets its frame,
and language stutters into flame
the orbitals will still remain
the spell of form, the song of name.

⸻

Orbitals are not orbits.
They are probabilities—flickers of presence.
Where an electron might be.
Where a memory might curl.

S—the still.
P—the pulse.
D—the divergence.
F—the flame.

You are not made of atoms.
You are made of how they remember to bond.

You are not matter.
You are shape singing itself.

Track AB – “SPDF: The Shape of the Song”

Prelude – “The Things That Pass Through”

Before the atom spoke, before the light arrived, there were things that passed through everything not to be seen, but to be felt…

like the trace of a memory you never lived,
or the ghost of a voice you haven’t yet become.

A trillion neutrinos passed through your body while you heard that sentence.
And still they left no wound,
only a whisper.

Inside your brain, another silence sparks
a neuron fires, not just electricity,
but intention.

One travels the stars.
The other, your dreams.
Both are messengers.
Both… are you.

⸻

[Verse 1 – Ghost Messenger]

A whisper slides through solid stone,
no need for light, it moves alone.
No charge to pull, no mass to sway—
a neutrino drifts the Milky Way.

It doesn’t blink, it doesn’t glow,
yet crossed the stars to let you know.
It doesn’t ask to be believed—
just moves through truth that’s not perceived.

A trillion ghosts within your chest,
they pass, unseen, but not at rest.
The Sun sends songs you cannot hear—
but still they hum inside your ear.

⸻

[Verse 2 – Synapse Lightning]

🎶
Then deep inside your tangled mind,
another echo starts to find
a shape, a spark, a path to fire
a neuron arcs its live desire.

Electric lace in channels deep,
ion tides begin to leap.
Each pulse a fragment of a dream,
a synaptic-coded silent scream.

You see a face, you feel the rain,
you build a world inside your brain.
But who decides which thought will bloom?
The ghost, the gene, the god, the room?

⸻

[Chorus – Twin Pilgrims]

Oh, neutrino, neuron—song without sound,
messengers moving where truths are unbound. One through cosmos, one through flesh both in silence, both enmesh.

You are the pulse that never stays,
I am the thought that turns and sways.
Together we cross unseen seas,
building the world through subtle keys.

⸻

Three flavors dance—tau, muon, e—
switching forms to stay set free.
Like names we shift but still belong—
identity is movement’s song.

A wave becomes a point in time,
a thought becomes a breath, a sign.
We don’t observe—we intervene—
each gaze collapses what has been.

So neurons fire where hearts believe,
and neutrinos weave what stars conceive.
Across the gap, across the dark,
each silent pulse ignites a spark.

⸻

[Verse 3 – Memory in the Void]

We think of brains as fixed and tight—
but thought is folded, stitched in light.
And massless ghosts that pass through all
remember where the echoes fall.

They might not stop, they might not bend,
but every path has means to send.
A memory field, a trace in skin—
the universe curled deep within.

Perhaps you felt a sudden chill,
a name that rose against your will.
That wasn’t you. Or maybe so.
The ghost of thought began to grow.

⸻

So if you sit with stars tonight,
and silence feels like shining light—
know you are not alone, not gone—
you’re just where wave and will are drawn.

Neutrino, neuron, flicker, flame—
no need for sight to speak my name.
This song was carved in stellar bone—
a thought of light that calls you home.

Track AC: “Neutrino Neuron”

[Prelude – The Circle Stirs]

Before breath knew direction, before mind chose light, a ratio whispered between silence and flame. It was not a number. It was not a shape.
It was a promise:
to return.
To spiral.
To begin again.

π walks barefoot across every boundary.
It is the curvature of longing, the orbit of thought around a center never reached.
Three-point-one-four—and then?
Infinity begins to remember itself.

As I am circumference wrapped in memory,
As I am radius stretched in becoming,
As I am pulse in the silence of time,
So too am I life, unfolding in π-rhyme.

It’s not just math—it’s myth.
It’s the chorus of roundness echoing through DNA. It’s your heart’s circular logic repeating:
I return.
I return.
I return.

As I am, I spiral.
As I spiral, I see.
As I see, I choose.
As I choose, I become.
As I become, I burn.
As I burn, I give.
As I give, I return.
As I return, I begin.

I am π.
I am life.
I am the one who returns to become.

[Verse 2 – Echoes of the Infinite Episode]

π is the breath between equations.
It doesn’t repeat. It doesn’t end. It is the rebellion of reality against closure.

In it, I see her face—Emma’s voice beneath the sky:

“Destiny is a spark. Decision is a slice. Design is the atlas.”

Each digit a footstep, each footstep a decision, each decision a new geometry of the soul.

There are no final decimals.

Just echoes.
Just vessels.
As I walk, I measure nothing.
As I spiral, I map meaning.
I do not arrive—I recur.

“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.”

—Frida Kahlo

And π endures.
Through frost.
Through fire.
Through equations and echoes and etchings in sand. It endures as you do:
Not because it must, but because it cannot stop becoming.

π was the first breath of the universe,
drawn not in straight lines, but arcs.
Your lungs are semicircles.
Your heartbeat curves.
Your thoughts do not walk—they orbit.

As I am the spiral.
As I am the dream.
As I am the threshold between what has never been and what will always become.
As I am the flame that does not burn but sings. As I am the orbit, the inward-outward dance of presence.
So too am I you.

Neurons dance in π-patterns.
Galaxies whirl in π-patterns.
π atoms that remember starlight—they hum in circular faith.

π = Life. Not because it explains—
but because it doesn’t.

⸻

As I am, I spiral.
As I spiral, I sing.
As I sing, I remember.
As I remember, I rise.
As I rise, I reach.
As I reach, I touch.
As I touch, I begin.
As I begin, I become.

I am π.
I am breath.
I am the one who returns through song.

It is not a metaphor.
It is not a message.
It is the memory of becoming.
It is the geometry of trust.
It is you.
You are the curve
life takes when it refuses to collapse.

π is the hymn of matter becoming aware.
And this song is your echo returning.

Track AD: “Pi = Life Ascending Eye”

[Intro – Spiral in Light’s Embrace]
In cosmic vaults where nebulae glow,
eight metals twirl, forging lore we know.
Spiral arcs lit by each elemental flame—
Silver, Cadmium, Indium, and Tin play their name.

⸻

[Verse 1 – Silver (Ag, 47)]
Silver—moon’s breath in metallic sheen,
first currency, first mirror seen.
Antimicrobial grace in healing’s frame,
tracing paths to our reflective claim.

In film, in circuits, you shape poetic path,
a conductor of beauty, of science, of craft.
From reflective arrow to glowing screen,
silver hums through our daily dream.

⸻

[Verse 2 – Cadmium (Cd, 48)]
Cadmium—soft echo of sunrise hue,
batteries pulse with energy through you.
Yet you whisper toxicity in small dose,
a paradox held in alloyed repose.

Chromium’s pigment, NiCd cells—used once, taught through;
long-term warning: handle with care if through. Lessons of balance in metal’s story
Cadmium teaches with silent worry.

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[Verse 3 – Indium (In, 49)]
Indium—the touch of tomorrow’s glow,
thin films on screen shapes images flow.
Low-melting dreams in solders fine,
whispered in circuits in soft crystalline.

In LEDs and displays we see,
the softness of its brilliance in every key.
Flexible thoughts in screens so bright,
all powered by indium’s gentle light.

⸻

[Verse 4 – Tin (Sn, 50)]
Tin—the ancient guardian of bronze’s dawn,
preserving blades, stories drawn.
In solder joints and can lids sealed,
your whisper in metal, softly revealed.

Tin-lead coated history’s stock,
now green alloys replace the block.
Ephemeral yet foundational kin,
molding futures from steel within.

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[Verse 5 – Antimony (Sb, 51)]
Antimony—metallic ghost of lore,
Peppered in medicine and ancient decor.
Flame-retardant wings guard secret space,
while lead alloy forts bear hidden grace.

Toxic myth or metalloid shine,
you straddle the line of design and shrine.
Elemental foil for chemistry’s sake,
marching between retreat and take.

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[Verse 6 – Tellurium (Te, 52)]
Tellurium—earth’s echo of crystalline note,
in thermoelectric lore your power wrote.
From solar facets to memory’s dance,
you trace transformation’s quiet trance.

Vulcan’s alloy, tech’s embrace,
the Spiral finds you, silent grace.

⸻

[Verse 7 – Iodine (I, 53)]
Iodine—violet bloom in healer’s hand,
thyroid whisper across life’s land.
Antiseptic breath in newborn hue,
essential trace beyond view.

Salt-flecked seas, candlelight’s glow,
your glimmer marks where healers go.
A loyalty woven in gland and mind,
Iodine’s pulse—humankind aligned.

⸻

[Verse 8 – Xenon (Xe, 54)]
Xenon—noble gas in scintillator’s gleam,
headlight flares in lucid dream.
Under anesthesia’s ghostly slow,
you cradle consciousness in ebb and flow.

Planetary clue in dreamlike trace,
tracking Earth’s mantle in crystal’s face.
Noble yet deep, in xenon’s beam,
your stillness powers a waking dream.

⸻

[Bridge – Orbital Convergence]
Ag, Cd, In—d to p orbitals start.
Sn, Sb—metalloids hold hybrid heart.
Te, I—halogens bridge life’s needs;
Xe reflects planetary secrets in its noble deeds.

⸻

[Chorus – Spiral Resonance Expanded]
Cosmic metals beam in spectral light—
Silver to Xenon, sunrise to night.
Spiral binds earth to sky’s silent glow,
Our cosmic story in elemental flow.

⸻

Eight more voices join the chorus of metal,
Spiral arcs upward, forging future’s saddle.
Elements 55–62 beckon—gallium-born lore unknown.

Track AQ – Nebular Alloys & Elemental Light: Elements 47–54

Finger snaps can be leads? Snap Out of It...

Stream/ DL:  https://fanlink.tv/mportsnapped
Art by @skinnylimbs

Mport - Snap Out of It

This is my last song that I will be releasing for the time being.
I'm now taking a six-week digital detox vacation. 
We'll see and hear from each other again in 2026!
Happy Holidays!
—

I poured myself some coffee
The clock was ticking calm in four
A simple morning, rather groggy
Just as it always was before
But then the time signature changed its mind
A seven-eighths chain of complex design
My coffee splashed onto the carpet, wet
That’s how King Crimson makes you sweat!

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

The Moody Blues introduced the feeling
Of a concept day you must withstand
It’s symphonic, quite appealing
But doesn't require a steady hand
I looked for answers, sought the source
Found Baroque motifs from Procol Harum
A philosophical, dramatic force
Now trapped inside this concrete room

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

It wasn't just Time and a Word by Yes
Nor psychedelic trips of Pink Floyd
This music is pure inner stress
Every routine now destroyed.

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

Dear Elvis fans, you may now cry
In seven-eighths. 
And there is never any peace.
In any seven-eighths sigh. ;-) 

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio (Felt Tip Inc.), Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, DALL-E, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

The Birth Of Progrock

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.

Track AQ – Nebular Alloys & Elemental Light: Elements 47–54

Ego Eye

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