"
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walk millions hills
I must have died alone (Alt: I must have died along)
A long, long time ago
It is about the continual quest of humanity to find meaning in existence, trying to fill that void. The interchanging perspectives capitalize on the fact that the human race, albeit transgressive, is still part of that divine oneness. Not quite unified, but still encompassed in the vast sanctity of the universe.