[Letra de "Entre Lúcidos"]

[Interlúdio: Alan Watts]
Life is spontaneous, it happens by itself. What isn’t pushed, but it just pops up, you see? Like, uh, you came into being, you know? It happens in a kind of a plop! way, like that—see?
Now, you can’t tell that process: “You ought to happen! You must happen!”. Because that puts a bind on it in the same way
As when you have little child, and all the relatives have come to a party on Thanksgiving, and you put the child in the middle of all the relatives and say, “Now, dear, play!” See? It absolutely bugs the child. And so this is the problem for every artist. Because an artist is a man who makes his living by playing. Play on demand, that’s the hardest lesson of life
The thing is that we have been educated to use our minds in a certain way. A way that ignores, or screens out, the fact that every one of us is an aperture through which the whole cosmos looks out. So in that way, every one of us is, actually, a pinhole through which the fundamental light—that is, the existence itself—looks out