A folk song about space and love | The Pillars of Creation

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There are many reasons to feel demoralized about where technology is headed. The latest monster being AI, slurping up the water and vomiting mind-numbing bullshit, reeling us in like helpless fish. We might be setting our home on fire in order to make ourselves useless.

But then, when I see the visualizations of what the James Webb telescope sees, my fear and disgust transform into awe. To see that deep into space as a humble human being, into the Eagle Nebula where stars are being born in the aptly named “Pillars of Creation”. All the detail and the harrowing beauty of this photo.

The experience of peering into the maternity room of stars is mystical. This song is a reaction to that feeling, a cosmic love song for the universe, for creation and destruction, which I behold and which I am.

Lyrics:
In the mist of the Pillars of Creation
Where stars collide
And everything's thrown around all the time
Under a blanket of clouds
I'm holding you dear, while whispering sweet words into your ear

In the haze on the coast at night
Our vessels collide
And our fingers woven tight throughout time
Under a blanket of clouds
I'm holding you dear, while whispering sweet words into your ear

In the smoke of a forest fire
Our bodies collide
In the light of a neon motel sign
Under a blanket of clouds
I'm kissing you dear, while whispering sweet words into your ear

Thanks to Gerlinde Buit for singing with me!