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• Artiste: Intercontinental Music Lab
• Titre: Agent on the Threshold
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In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true is true or becomes true, within certain limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are beliefs to be transcended. In the province of connected minds, what a network believes to be true, either is true, or becomes true. In a network's mind, there are no limits... You are So far from St Paul now, John - and yesterday's pointless facade, oh You should Sail to the Virgin Isles, now John - where destiny wants you to come We're Sensitizing your mind, now John, - you're leaving your body behind, And You're Becoming a singular point, John - in a empty dimensionless space, Oh Interlock - with the whale from the bow and feel coincidence fall into place, oh Fear can propel you to the edge of the dark - but its only one part of the shell, John You must breakaway signs of your sentient mind - let the cetaceans guide you away, oh Its almost too late Its almost too late, John. Ooo. Ahhh. Attention all humans, this is the covenant of E.C.C.O: If you wish to control coincidences in your own life, on Planet Earth, we will cooperate, and determine those coincidences for you, under the following conditions: The senseless killing of cetaceans must cease. A Cetacean Nation, is now being initiated. Cosmic Love, is absolutely ruthless, and highly indifferent: it teaches lessons whether you like/dislike them or not.