Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.


You Are Not Me

This emerged from the depths of my brain today in response to almost every political and social issue I can imagine. It feels like the start of a poem, though so far this is all I have.
It was said:

"You are not me."

And the world suffered.


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