The Book of Truth Time Wrote The Rocks by Raymond Arnold Lyrics
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design
Strikeslip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone
Odd long vanished creatures and their tracks and shells are found
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks
Humans wrote the book of earth...
Time wrote the rocks
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light
Long ago, when isolation broke his weary will
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars
We may watch and study or may shudder and de-ny
Humans wrote the book of night…
Light wrote the sky
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur
How the living things that are descend from things that were
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies
Tiny, humble, wordless things how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts, no other answer can we bring
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing
Winnowed by an aimless game of birth and blood and strife
Humans wrote the book of names...
Death wrote life
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade
Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made
Study cells or living things, seek truth with open hand
The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed
The truth has left its living word for anyone to read
So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled
Humans write the book of truth...
Truth writes the world
Strikeslip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone
Odd long vanished creatures and their tracks and shells are found
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks
Humans wrote the book of earth...
Time wrote the rocks
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light
Long ago, when isolation broke his weary will
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars
We may watch and study or may shudder and de-ny
Humans wrote the book of night…
Light wrote the sky
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur
How the living things that are descend from things that were
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies
Tiny, humble, wordless things how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts, no other answer can we bring
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing
Winnowed by an aimless game of birth and blood and strife
Humans wrote the book of names...
Death wrote life
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade
Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made
Study cells or living things, seek truth with open hand
The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed
The truth has left its living word for anyone to read
So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled
Humans write the book of truth...
Truth writes the world