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.



It's strange, really.

I have vague memories
Of, once upon a time,
Having had
Intelligent thoughts.

I'm not quite sure
What they were
Or where they went,

But I have this
Niggling sensation
That they existed.


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