Themes and Insights
Stair Síoraí – Uimh cloch dearmad
The Divine Record and Eternal Memory:The piece emphasizes that every action, every passion, and every sacrifice are eternally remembered by the “God of all Gods.” This eternal memory serves as a counter to human forgetfulness, highlighting the idea that all deeds have lasting significance.
Interconnection of Past and Present:Through the lives of these ancient figures, the speaker suggests that we are intrinsically linked to past generations. Their passions, struggles, and victories are embedded in our present lives, affecting our modern achievements and even our foundational ideals.
Unseen Observers and Ancient Knowledge:The poem introduces the idea of ancient beings, beyond human understanding, who have witnessed and recorded all history. These witnesses challenge human arrogance by highlighting the limitations of human memory and understanding, suggesting that wisdom transcends human perception.
The Call to Humility and Reverence:A strong theme of humility pervades the piece, urging the reader to acknowledge the vast, unseen world of memory and wisdom beyond individual lives. This reverence for the past and unseen truths encourages the reader to seek wisdom beyond the visible, celebrating both the mystery of existence and the value of forgotten knowledge.
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Stair Síoraí – Uimh cloch dearmad
We have forgotten more knowledge
Than we hold in our hands today
What do you think?
Do you not know that all things are counted?
Thousands of years ago
There was an artist with exceptional talent
His heart was that of a lion
And his hand that of a soldier
He would form and shape the very rock of the earth
And mold the stone to his will
While pounding on the hammer and chisel
Tears would flow from his eye
As before him there stood
The beauty of life molded in the cold
At the end of each creation
He would find the wonder of God
And give and dedicate each of his works
To the God of all Gods who has formed all things
Not one man alive today has ever seen the works of the artist
Not our father, or our father’s father has known this man
Yet his masterpieces are remembered
Recorded
Stored and kept safe deep into the earth
Do you not think that the passion of that artist
Is any less important than your own passion today?
Do you not believe that his passion is still alive
To the God of all Gods who is and has been Everlasting?
There are those who ignore the past
Speaking against it as though it is of no value to their life
Even they who say that the moment is all that matters
Even to the degree that they lie to themselves about the desire of their own future
Yet the God of all Gods has recorded everything
From everyone
At every time
Because ALL things are important to God
Thousands of years ago
There was a woman of exceptional talent
Her heart was that of a saintly mother
Her hands were that of a compassionate doctor
She would work the dirt of the land
Marring and scarring her own beauty with filth
Because it was commanded of her by man
And she bore great sons
Who grew to have many sons of their own
For in every generation did they remember
The great giving spirit of their ancient mother
Yet while she lived
Did she lose her husband to the blade
As she was tied to a post
While foreigners did ravage her for weeks
And months
Burning and destroying the lands and people
While she cried that liberty should be given to all
Even she did not ever know the purpose to her life
Or the value of the gifts she gave to her sons
Yet today we would not know books
We would not know science
We would not know history
We would not know culture
If not for her many great grandsons memory of her
But look and you will not find
The story of the great mother
Except in riddle and rune and legend
All distorted now into a tale unlike the truth
Yet in all of the earth
From the beginning to now
Do you not think that the love of that woman
Does not touch your life even to this day?
Do you not think that even while forgotten
But we do prosper
That the God of all Gods does not remember?
Though here we stand in progress
Because of her love and her lesson.
Do you not think that the passion of that woman
Is at the very least as important as your own?
When she in turn did found the ideals of civilization
And we have done so very little?
All things of all things are recorded and remembered
In every moment
Every day
As they move and flow even now
Into our modern world
Established by the blood of all before us
The very Earth itself had a beginning
And it is still here
But it was not alone
For there were others there in the beginning
Who ALSO stand alive today
And they know the history we do not know
They remember what we do not remember
They have seen it all and witnessed it all
And they are still recording every moment
In every life
Do you think that if the earth itself can be billions of years old
That there is not also another life billions of years old?
Even the earth records and stores and transforms
Hidden treasures of ancient pasts
So too is there a testament to everything
Our life is but a moment in time
Yet here and now are beings
Witnessing us
Who also witnessed the very first life upon the earth
Who by their very nature
Are of an intelligence we cannot fathom
And a wisdom we cannot access
And in our ignorance do we believe they to be impossible
Even though the ground under our feet is that old
How do we boast of anything or say to speak of anything
For all that we have forgotten in every generation?
Do we not believe the ground under our feet?
Or the clouds above our heads?
Or the stars we see in the sky at night?
Nothing is forgotten
Ever
From any generation before or after
And all things are beautifully accounted for
And made known
To those who seek beyond themselves
And beyond the world of men.
Ryan o0o
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Stair Síoraí – Uimh cloch dearmad
We have forgotten more knowledge
Than we hold in our hands today
What do you think?
Do you not know that all things are counted?
Thousands of years ago
There was an artist with exceptional talent
His heart was that of a lion
And his hand that of a soldier
He would form and shape the very rock of the earth
And mold the stone to his will
While pounding on the hammer and chisel
Tears would flow from his eye
As before him there stood
The beauty of life molded in the cold
At the end of each creation
He would find the wonder of God
And give and dedicate each of his works
To the God of all Gods who has formed all things
Not one man alive today has ever seen the works of the artist
Not our father, or our father’s father has known this man
Yet his masterpieces are remembered
Recorded
Stored and kept safe deep into the earth
Do you not think that the passion of that artist
Is any less important than your own passion today?
Do you not believe that his passion is still alive
To the God of all Gods who is and has been Everlasting?
There are those who ignore the past
Speaking against it as though it is of no value to their life
Even they who say that the moment is all that matters
Even to the degree that they lie to themselves about the desire of their own future
Yet the God of all Gods has recorded everything
From everyone
At every time
Because ALL things are important to God
Thousands of years ago
There was a woman of exceptional talent
Her heart was that of a saintly mother
Her hands were that of a compassionate doctor
She would work the dirt of the land
Marring and scarring her own beauty with filth
Because it was commanded of her by man
And she bore great sons
Who grew to have many sons of their own
For in every generation did they remember
The great giving spirit of their ancient mother
Yet while she lived
Did she lose her husband to the blade
As she was tied to a post
While foreigners did ravage her for weeks
And months
Burning and destroying the lands and people
While she cried that liberty should be given to all
Even she did not ever know the purpose to her life
Or the value of the gifts she gave to her sons
Yet today we would not know books
We would not know science
We would not know history
We would not know culture
If not for her many great grandsons memory of her
But look and you will not find
The story of the great mother
Except in riddle and rune and legend
All distorted now into a tale unlike the truth
Yet in all of the earth
From the beginning to now
Do you not think that the love of that woman
Does not touch your life even to this day?
Do you not think that even while forgotten
But we do prosper
That the God of all Gods does not remember?
Though here we stand in progress
Because of her love and her lesson.
Do you not think that the passion of that woman
Is at the very least as important as your own?
When she in turn did found the ideals of civilization
And we have done so very little?
All things of all things are recorded and remembered
In every moment
Every day
As they move and flow even now
Into our modern world
Established by the blood of all before us
The very Earth itself had a beginning
And it is still here
But it was not alone
For there were others there in the beginning
Who ALSO stand alive today
And they know the history we do not know
They remember what we do not remember
They have seen it all and witnessed it all
And they are still recording every moment
In every life
Do you think that if the earth itself can be billions of years old
That there is not also another life billions of years old?
Even the earth records and stores and transforms
Hidden treasures of ancient pasts
So too is there a testament to everything
Our life is but a moment in time
Yet here and now are beings
Witnessing us
Who also witnessed the very first life upon the earth
Who by their very nature
Are of an intelligence we cannot fathom
And a wisdom we cannot access
And in our ignorance do we believe they to be impossible
Even though the ground under our feet is that old
How do we boast of anything or say to speak of anything
For all that we have forgotten in every generation?
Do we not believe the ground under our feet?
Or the clouds above our heads?
Or the stars we see in the sky at night?
Nothing is forgotten
Ever
From any generation before or after
And all things are beautifully accounted for
And made known
To those who seek beyond themselves
And beyond the world of men.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Stair Síoraí – Uimh cloch dearmad
The Divine Record and Eternal Memory:The piece emphasizes that every action, every passion, and every sacrifice are eternally remembered by the “God of all Gods.” This eternal memory serves as a counter to human forgetfulness, highlighting the idea that all deeds have lasting significance.
Interconnection of Past and Present:Through the lives of these ancient figures, the speaker suggests that we are intrinsically linked to past generations. Their passions, struggles, and victories are embedded in our present lives, affecting our modern achievements and even our foundational ideals.
Unseen Observers and Ancient Knowledge:The poem introduces the idea of ancient beings, beyond human understanding, who have witnessed and recorded all history. These witnesses challenge human arrogance by highlighting the limitations of human memory and understanding, suggesting that wisdom transcends human perception.
The Call to Humility and Reverence:A strong theme of humility pervades the piece, urging the reader to acknowledge the vast, unseen world of memory and wisdom beyond individual lives. This reverence for the past and unseen truths encourages the reader to seek wisdom beyond the visible, celebrating both the mystery of existence and the value of forgotten knowledge.
Stair Síoraí – Uimh cloch dearmad
We have forgotten more knowledge
Than we hold in our hands today
What do you think?
Do you not know that all things are counted?
Thousands of years ago
There was an artist with exceptional talent
His heart was that of a lion
And his hand that of a soldier
He would form and shape the very rock of the earth
And mold the stone to his will
While pounding on the hammer and chisel
Tears would flow from his eye
As before him there stood
The beauty of life molded in the cold
At the end of each creation
He would find the wonder of God
And give and dedicate each of his works
To the God of all Gods who has formed all things
Not one man alive today has ever seen the works of the artist
Not our father, or our father’s father has known this man
Yet his masterpieces are remembered
Recorded
Stored and kept safe deep into the earth
Do you not think that the passion of that artist
Is any less important than your own passion today?
Do you not believe that his passion is still alive
To the God of all Gods who is and has been Everlasting?
There are those who ignore the past
Speaking against it as though it is of no value to their life
Even they who say that the moment is all that matters
Even to the degree that they lie to themselves about the desire of their own future
Yet the God of all Gods has recorded everything
From everyone
At every time
Because ALL things are important to God
Thousands of years ago
There was a woman of exceptional talent
Her heart was that of a saintly mother
Her hands were that of a compassionate doctor
She would work the dirt of the land
Marring and scarring her own beauty with filth
Because it was commanded of her by man
And she bore great sons
Who grew to have many sons of their own
For in every generation did they remember
The great giving spirit of their ancient mother
Yet while she lived
Did she lose her husband to the blade
As she was tied to a post
While foreigners did ravage her for weeks
And months
Burning and destroying the lands and people
While she cried that liberty should be given to all
Even she did not ever know the purpose to her life
Or the value of the gifts she gave to her sons
Yet today we would not know books
We would not know science
We would not know history
We would not know culture
If not for her many great grandsons memory of her
But look and you will not find
The story of the great mother
Except in riddle and rune and legend
All distorted now into a tale unlike the truth
Yet in all of the earth
From the beginning to now
Do you not think that the love of that woman
Does not touch your life even to this day?
Do you not think that even while forgotten
But we do prosper
That the God of all Gods does not remember?
Though here we stand in progress
Because of her love and her lesson.
Do you not think that the passion of that woman
Is at the very least as important as your own?
When she in turn did found the ideals of civilization
And we have done so very little?
All things of all things are recorded and remembered
In every moment
Every day
As they move and flow even now
Into our modern world
Established by the blood of all before us
The very Earth itself had a beginning
And it is still here
But it was not alone
For there were others there in the beginning
Who ALSO stand alive today
And they know the history we do not know
They remember what we do not remember
They have seen it all and witnessed it all
And they are still recording every moment
In every life
Do you think that if the earth itself can be billions of years old
That there is not also another life billions of years old?
Even the earth records and stores and transforms
Hidden treasures of ancient pasts
So too is there a testament to everything
Our life is but a moment in time
Yet here and now are beings
Witnessing us
Who also witnessed the very first life upon the earth
Who by their very nature
Are of an intelligence we cannot fathom
And a wisdom we cannot access
And in our ignorance do we believe they to be impossible
Even though the ground under our feet is that old
How do we boast of anything or say to speak of anything
For all that we have forgotten in every generation?
Do we not believe the ground under our feet?
Or the clouds above our heads?
Or the stars we see in the sky at night?
Nothing is forgotten
Ever
From any generation before or after
And all things are beautifully accounted for
And made known
To those who seek beyond themselves
And beyond the world of men.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Stair Síoraí – Uimh cloch dearmad
The Divine Record and Eternal Memory:The piece emphasizes that every action, every passion, and every sacrifice are eternally remembered by the “God of all Gods.” This eternal memory serves as a counter to human forgetfulness, highlighting the idea that all deeds have lasting significance.
Interconnection of Past and Present:Through the lives of these ancient figures, the speaker suggests that we are intrinsically linked to past generations. Their passions, struggles, and victories are embedded in our present lives, affecting our modern achievements and even our foundational ideals.
Unseen Observers and Ancient Knowledge:The poem introduces the idea of ancient beings, beyond human understanding, who have witnessed and recorded all history. These witnesses challenge human arrogance by highlighting the limitations of human memory and understanding, suggesting that wisdom transcends human perception.
The Call to Humility and Reverence:A strong theme of humility pervades the piece, urging the reader to acknowledge the vast, unseen world of memory and wisdom beyond individual lives. This reverence for the past and unseen truths encourages the reader to seek wisdom beyond the visible, celebrating both the mystery of existence and the value of forgotten knowledge.
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