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
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Comments3
aren't we just...
Yup...
As I've driven past a roadside pond, I've often thought of how any life within that pond has no idea of life outside of that pond. It always reminds me of how small we are on this third rock from our own Sun, and how expansive the rest of the universe is in comparison to us. Very thought provoking write John. ; ) AP
Thank you AP
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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