Amphitrite`s light

Liner Notes:

They argue no more, 't is done : the peasant walks his own ways, while the mystic - insulted by the brutality uttered in such frank manner - bows his head in agony… how can this quest ever bring him reassurance if even this utmost ignorant and unworthy peasant is unimpressed by the divinity of its goals and the respectfulness of such high striving? Before his thought collapsed in its present crisis, he would have abolished the farmers blindness to all which isn't vulgar, he would have crushed his scull in anger, smashed the shelves which insulate his pathetic little mind… Yet now, in its present state, his firm convictions and his dogmatic persistence is only outward… As soon as Viglius is alone, and casts a quick glance at his inner life, its deprivement of certainty becomes appallingly clear, and the peasant's ignorance is just like the puss on a wound : only aggravating the horribleness of it.

But Viglius is not an imbecile : he knows this quest is more important than his inner doubts, more even, the Journey is the only way to end it, and, as the crippled old man said, save him from death and decay. Viglius understands it is of the utmost importance to suppress this wound, gnawing at the integrity of his mind, and the more it hurts, the more dogmatism and fierceness must he feign, and the more inward suppression is crucial…

Lyrics:

Viglius

"Dazzled and ablazed, by such impudance enraged!

Roaring desire,

…profanity and ignorance drag peasants down the dust

Foaming fire,

…disallows repent for the solace sought in lust!

…strenuous disrelishment compells me to disgust!

…his fucking imbicillity makes the soul encrust!

Rising, to the

archimedean point…

My wrath alters to grief!

By the light of Amphitrite!

(- his impertinance, worn as a dress…-)

Dancing to please her gazer's sight!

(- …drags me down! -)

Erroneously, this can ne'er be

Truth, then, although he stays blind?

Enlightened, them or me ?

Conveyed to the same dimension…

yet secluded of shared intension…

This darned transsubstantiation,

illusive, led astray ?

Equivocal instigation…

What have I hereforth obtain'd?

-despondency, and dismay!-

Faded light of Amphitrite!

Entwined is beguiling truth dumb,

…decline my desperation!

…abolish all contestation!"

Liner Notes:

'Twas in this manner the mystic spoke, alone and upset, while the peasant was carelessly walking his own ways.