Gazing.
Gazing
into the
night sky,
as billions
have done
before.
Looking into
infinity.
Contemplating
existence,
reality.
Realizing
all on this
mote we live,
confined.
Like a prison,
confined.
A prison of
thought.
Colloquial
in nature.
A prison
of reality.
Civilization
as is confined,
confined
by primitive
instincts.
Primitive
knowledge.
Knowledge
derived in
insignificance.
All that is
known dwarfed
by all that’s
not known.
Dwarfed
by everything,
everything
out there,
way out there.
Ensconced in
our cradle,
part of the
whole.
Yet, like
fish
in a bowl
knowing
not much of
anything!
Humbling
it be.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I think this is a very fine write and nice picture to boot! Not sure why I'm the first to comment, but this is really good!!!
Thank you kindly for reading my work
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