Thoughts on an August Morning
Often clarity lies in a mist. The mists make your eyes squint . You focus hard and watch out for that unforgiving tree stump or unyielding piece of rock. Your ears listen for the tiny bits of noises - footsteps,rustling leaves ,slithering or even a friendly hello. Walking about like a human minesweeper is never my idea of fun.
But perspective is one of life's plays. It shows a mirror and a background to one's existence. Imagine yourself standing in the middle of a crowded highway on a bright sunny day. There is noise everywhere. People jostling to get somewhere. Cars winding all about you trying to make sense of a man in the middle of a rush. Thats where perspective tells you that you had never left the mist.
It just never ever left you. You are still the minesweeper, the cat on a hot tin roof. Agog. Watchful. Trying to thread your way across a blathering mist of humanity now.Obfuscation just acquired new toys.. You meanwhile had just stood still.
But perspective is one of life's plays. It shows a mirror and a background to one's existence. Imagine yourself standing in the middle of a crowded highway on a bright sunny day. There is noise everywhere. People jostling to get somewhere. Cars winding all about you trying to make sense of a man in the middle of a rush. Thats where perspective tells you that you had never left the mist.
It just never ever left you. You are still the minesweeper, the cat on a hot tin roof. Agog. Watchful. Trying to thread your way across a blathering mist of humanity now.Obfuscation just acquired new toys.. You meanwhile had just stood still.
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