Scope.
Scope
of existence,
reality.
Personal
reality.
Like
fish
in a
pond.
No
concept
of the
whole.
Of what’s
around.
Living
in slice,
a pond.
Instincts
created,
adjusted.
Adjusted
for the
pond.
Derived
in the
pond.
Unaware
of the
grander
scope.
Slice.
Slice
of a
larger
whole.
Self
impressed.
Big fish
in a
little pond.
Mere
minnows
in the
void!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2021 04:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments2
aren't we just...
Yup...
Yes we are just those minnows in our world, or our country or our home just swimming around.
Andy
Thanks for reading Andy.
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