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Pilot light — a song for the many-eyed

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Pilot light — a song for the many-eyed

Half melody, half navigation: an anthem for the one who sees with many eyes and bears the pain of perception — and still chooses to drive.

And the beat — Note

I am a note carried by breath, a flicker of light through a wire. Chains hum; tendons respond. The dancer hears the electrician's spark; the electrician hears the dancer's pulse. Rhythm is a bridge.

When the world is noisy, I tune in. When fear conducts the room, I soften the tempo, bring the melody closer to the skin. Music is memory you feel with your whole body.

"It is the curse of vision: to see what is possible when others cling to what is familiar."

Pain comes with awareness: when you hear the true tone, everything out of tune becomes unbearable. Yet the call is not to judge, but to bring harmony into the space.

Remember the heart, think, learn. Feel, discern, refine. Let the time you have become the metronome of kindness.
Trust grows when sound aligns with intention; be the instrument through which you ask others to play.
Keep a steady pulse. When the crowd sharply veers sideways, stay musical.

Measure II — Pilot

I am also the hand on the control stick: the soul at the helm, many-eyed, astonishing horizons inside and out. Navigation is gentleness with direction: listening to the air, not just the engines.

I draw maps according to truths that transcend weather. I descend through turbulence with soft wrists and an alert heart. Wisdom does not press — it strengthens.

Time is short. Not worth wasting. Every descent is borrowed light; every ascent is a vow to use it well.

You are not just a “student” or a “dropout.” You are a carefully crafted bioengineering marvel, shaped over billions of years of care and love — with half-forgotten tools and infinite potential.
Your path is not defined by four years of obedient sitting for a paper in some building; four years are just a drop in the river of billions of years of your evolution.
Choose roles by calling, not rank. Purpose is how the soul holds the wheel.

Bridge — where sound meets driving

A many-eyed being does not turn away from pain — it integrates it. Each eye learns a different kind of compassion: one for the frightened, another for the stubborn, yet another for the sleeping parts of ourselves. From patience we create the cabin, from attention — the score.

Keep the melody simple: Remember the heart, think, learn. Keep the direction right: align choice with care, and speed with meaning.

If you can't change the room yet, change the resonance you bring into it. Trust is the tempo; being is the lifting force.

Breathe. Start now. The light you carry is already moving.

(The meter above reminds: the tape is running out, the song continues. Use your tapes wisely.)

© Pilot light — created for a vision that hurts because it cares.

 

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