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Holding hands with an impotent dream, in a brothel of fake energy
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Don't believe everything you thinkThe liminal space Veteran
These are some lyrics from a song by Beck, Bottle of Blues. They were running through my head today and seemed like an apt description of our situation in samsara.
Holding hands with an impotent dream: Grasping at pleasure to provide myself with happiness.
In a brothel of fake energy: The illusory nature of existence causes me to grasp and crave.
The next lyric is Put a nickle in a graveyard machine: I saw this as how I indulge in cheap entertainment to avoid dealing with life and that slowly eats away at my time for this life drawing me closer to death.
Holding hands with an impotent dream: Grasping at pleasure to provide myself with happiness.
In a brothel of fake energy: The illusory nature of existence causes me to grasp and crave.
The next lyric is Put a nickle in a graveyard machine: I saw this as how I indulge in cheap entertainment to avoid dealing with life and that slowly eats away at my time for this life drawing me closer to death.
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Nice interpretations!
Holding hands with an impotent dream: collaborating with illusion.