u/Optimal_Health4051

"Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there's a field, I will meet you there" is some of the most beautiful poems I have ever heard (I know it's from Rumi btw). I don't think there's something to do with the afterlife tho.

I've always thought it had something to do with his relationship with his father (hence the context of the song) and I think of my own relationships with my parents and people whom I have frankly the most contrary positions about life, entirely opposite values, you know? And still, I see the humanity in them, I want them to have dignity, I want them to be happy even.

My grandmom had the positions and the loose bigotry of a poor woman that was born in the 40's, ideas that I'm totally against, and still, I loved her to death and wished her all the good things in life. She was the person I loved the most in my entire life and still do, and I had to take a time to cry writing this just remembering how much I truly love her.

Because when I was with her, just talking and joking about life and sharing a piece of bread, it was like we were in a sphere of love - where, besides all the problems of the world, the only important thing was that we loved each other and were able to listen and talk to each other about everything, incondicionally.

It was so simple, and yet, it meant everything. It was her that taught me the true meaning of family. I still wake up some days and remember one of the last scenes of us, we sharing an avocado.

There was an avocado we robbed from her neighbours tree and she cut it in two. She smashed her slice and put a lot of sugar in it like a baby's meal, I made a errgh face and said that I liked my avocado with pepper and salt "like god wanted". She laughed and shrugged, amused with my strange ways to prepare it, looking with curiosity. I cut my spicy salted slice in cubes and we both ate our very different halves in a cordial, happy silence.

She was always rooting for me, she cried of happiness when I graduated college and got my lawyer's license, and still, this is the moment I wake up remembering. I looked at her and saw all her qualities and shortcomings, her manias, her sometimes idiotic or dumb ideas, and also the great love, compassion, loyalty and abnegation she was capable of. And I loved it all, in a way that her flaws just made her more endearing to me.

Because that's what makes us humans, and when we were together, that was just what we were - two human beings seeing each other. I looked at her and she was, to me, just a old little girl.

I try to see all the other people in this complex world with this same lenses, but there was a time that the relationship with my mom was really stranged and confrontational and was impossible to me to meet her in some sphere of love and compreension like that. But still, I knew that deep down, my mom was just a little girl too, and one very needy and lonely at that.

So when I heard this poem the first time, I imagined me and my mom, laid down in a field in a hipothetical dimension "beyond all right and wrong", beyond any of the things that estranged us in real life, just facing each other and reconigzing the humanity that we share.

Our real relationship got so much better with time, specially after my grandmom died, and I don't need this imagined, hipothetical place anymore to relate to her. But, in Julian's case, I think he need it forever.

His dad was a bad man, a pedophile, a 'ultra wealthy villain' (as he puts the ultra rich in words today), and still, I think he retains this imaginary space in his heart, a space where he recognizes the humanity of his father, who is just a human looking at him, a man with qualities and even some affection (love?) for him.

And I think this combines with the verses "Soft skin, weak chin, just walk me through it, tell me what to do, I'll do it! hurry, hurry, that's my baby, ohh, do what you can!" - when the line between who is the dad and who the baby is blurred.

I see this as Julian thinking about how his dad felt when himself was a baby (now that he was in the dad's shoes). Wanting to talk to his father "from time to time" (seeking some form of guidance from the older man as he is facing the worries and desperation of being a first time father).

The "cross my cross, slice my hand" lines give me the same impression.

All I'm saying here (as all the lyrics of the song) can apply to our personal relationships and to our relationships with the rest of humanity (our neighbours, or enemies in war, everyone), thus making the war imagery make sense in the context of the song.

I think Julian thinks something similar to me since he refused to sing that Charlie Kirk song and diss the conservative folks in that Subway Takes interview - despite his impulsive posts fighting fans and calling assholes out, he really doesn't hate on people because he thinks they are "indoctrinated" and is almost impossible to them to see the truth when everything all around them (the education system, corporate news) is lying to them all their lives.

He is a very empathetic person, and this shows in his best lyrics I think.

Well, that's my two bets bout this wonderful song.

I know not everyone is willing to read an personal essay about these things, but I thought I'd be embraced in this community (I'm missing deep analysis and discussion posts about the songs in reddit, isn't this what a forum is all about?).