When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.
Faith no doubt moves mountains, but not necessarily to where we want them.
Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death.
The world needs an enema.
I like the old wisdom--puns, riddles, spells, proverbs.