This song by Joan of Arc describes a certain analog for the Bono<->Bonito connex, along with plenty else for mood, tone, and further enrichment of the symbolic nest I'm trying to scrounge up...
"Questioning Benjamin Franklin's Ghost"
"I'VE MATERIALIZED INTO THIS WORDED WORLD A METAPHYSICAL SKEPTIC, AN INSOMNIAC NARCOLEPTIC. SO I LIVE ALONE WITH BEN FRANKLIN'S GHOST. HE'S MY FREEMASON AND I'M HIS HOST. IN MY DICTIONARY OF THIS WORRIED WORLD THERE'S 57 DIFFERENT DEFINITIONS OF TIME AND WE DEBATE EACH HEATEDLY REPEATEDLY. BENJAMIN INSISTS INTENTIONS DON'T EXIST AND IT'S THROUGH UNKNOWN REACHING WE EACH REMAIN OUR OWN BEST INVENTIONS. BUT AS EACH MACHINE DEMANDS IT'S OWN LANGUAGE AND EACH LANGUAGE DEMANDS IT'S OWN GRAMMAR, IF DC'S STREETS MAKE A NEAT PENTAGRAM AND EVERY DOLLAR BILL BRAGS GOD'S BEHIND OUR PLAN WHO AM I TO HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? SO WE MIGHT FIGHT ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT BUT WE SEEM TO AGREE ON STORMCLOUD STUDY. THIS LADY'S MAN'S GHOST AND ME AND STORMCLOUD STUDY."
- from Joan of Arc, Dick Cheney, Mark Twain
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