A butterfly flies through the forest rain And turns the wind into a hurricane I know that it will happen cause I believe in the certainty of chance A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return While round the world computers crash and burn I know that it will happen cause I believe in the certainty of chance And I believe I can see it all so clearly now You must go and I must set you free cause only that will bring you back to me I know that it will happen Because I believe in the certainty of chance Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. peace frightens me. perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel its only a facade, hiding the face of hell. I think of whats in store for my Dren tomorrow; the world will be wonderful, they say; but from whose viewpoint? we need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... de D. detached.