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You're blind.
Yes, you. You reading this now- you can't see. There's an entire world of things on your doorstep, or even within your house that you live in, or with or above or below. Is it the way the material on the carpet is stitched together? The patterns in the cracks of the tiles and how irregular they are? A mound of bushes, an army of ants or a newly formed puddle. A buolding you pass every day but never TRULY noticed. The shape of your fence, your neighbours fence,the colour on the underneath of your mothers shoes.
Or perhaps it's that special and almost indetectable way plants will wake up and outstretch to follow the suns path. Arms out, beckoning to the heavens above and the maker of all things.
Just like people do, really.
There's an entire universe all around you. New things to discover. New ways to see them. And that freedom to explore will never stop until the day you die because life is ever changing, and so are we. Even the way we feel or touch the same things will change as time goes on.
We are utterly and horrifically free in the truest of senses, no matter how trapped our brains might tell us we feel. This planet is the greatest work of art the universe will ever know.
Yes, you. You reading this now- you can't see. There's an entire world of things on your doorstep, or even within your house that you live in, or with or above or below. Is it the way the material on the carpet is stitched together? The patterns in the cracks of the tiles and how irregular they are? A mound of bushes, an army of ants or a newly formed puddle. A buolding you pass every day but never TRULY noticed. The shape of your fence, your neighbours fence,the colour on the underneath of your mothers shoes.
Or perhaps it's that special and almost indetectable way plants will wake up and outstretch to follow the suns path. Arms out, beckoning to the heavens above and the maker of all things.
Just like people do, really.
There's an entire universe all around you. New things to discover. New ways to see them. And that freedom to explore will never stop until the day you die because life is ever changing, and so are we. Even the way we feel or touch the same things will change as time goes on.
We are utterly and horrifically free in the truest of senses, no matter how trapped our brains might tell us we feel. This planet is the greatest work of art the universe will ever know.