The Lenses

A blind shot at prose poetry.

If men were the size of ants, they would claim mountains are hewn from wood and grow from seed. With both eyes one can see as far as time will allow light to move. He can see all the all planes of matter and size with one gaze in any direction. For the sky is a lense into time and space.

 

It is through the lenses that we see our world. There are as many of these lenses as there are numbers and increments of time. Each second brings forth millions to the mind. It is how of our mind sees through these lenses which molds the clay of our lives.

 

The animal will strategize, determine the most favorable route to take. But there is systems in the body one does not control. They are among the lenses, and they can work against you. For I have seen the fools who believe the great seers did not think with a sober mind.

Reviews

[Kymoo]

If we were animals we would act, or react by instinct. We are human and react or act from those things we see or hear or are taught. We don't always see through the lenses, what another sees...nor interpret what another sees. Fools are those that don not see at all.
This is thought provoking, as I had to read it a few times. Nice work Mason.

[Light]

nothing is universal! the lenses always matter, especially after we get to reinterpret information before acting upon it! all reality, all matter...everything is subject to interpretation, and there are as many of those as "numbers and increments of time." i truly enjoyed this write! beautiful!

-light-

[Isha Ethera]

Those last words... very well written.