You ask me how to hunt for what I cannot name
To find the hidden prize without the rules of the game
If we don’t know the answer, how do we begin
We’re knocking on a door without a way to get in
It’s a paradox of searching in the empty night
Looking for a shadow in the absence of light
If the truth walked right past you, would you even know
How do you harvest a seed that you didn’t sow
But the spirit is immortal, it has traveled the earth
It held the absolute before the moment of birth
We are only recollecting what the soul already knew
Anamnesis is the memory waking up inside of you
You don’t acquire the wisdom from a teacher in the dark
You are blowing on the embers of a prehistoric spark
Bring the servant to the dirt and draw a simple square
He hasn’t studied numbers, but the knowledge is there
Ask him how to double it, and watch him make a guess
Then question his assumptions and clear up the mess
Draw the diagonal angle, cut the center in two
The geometry was hiding in the mind that he drew
Nobody gave him the formula, nobody taught him the rule
The truth was sitting inside of him before he went to school
But the spirit is immortal, it has traveled the earth
It held the absolute before the moment of birth
We are only recollecting what the soul already knew
Anamnesis is the memory waking up inside of you
You don’t acquire the wisdom from a teacher in the dark
You are blowing on the embers of a prehistoric spark
The answer was always there
Just a faded memory
Ask the right question
Find the diagonal line