Pencil
Does perspective play a role in what we perceive?
There are a wide variety of ways that we understand things to be.
But without the observer, is anything anything?
No one will ever know for it is only our senses that sense, and consciousness that contemplates.
Without the two, we’d never know what is or isn’t.
If you care to be fair, you have to admit, you’ll never really know,
if you know.
I assume that you’re no different then I.
It would appear that we all depend on our senses to sustain the tales we use to surmise our reality.
A reality, that without our senses, may not be reality at all.
A pencil.
Something so simple to see.
The reality, it seems, is highly dependent upon our capacity to observe.
What would a pencil be from an alternate perspective?
If a star were able to see, would the pencil be outside its scope of significance? Would the pencil be of such small scale that the star would need a mighty, mighty microscope to see this seemingly insignificant thing? A thing that’s used by these seemingly insignificant beings. Wouldn’t you imagine that the star could see us as so insignificant that it wouldn’t believe us to be capable of such complexities?
It would take an extraordinarily humble star
to understand the pencil.
To see its users as capable of such complexities.
Communicating languages and philosophies
Ideas and ideologies…
If the atoms of a pencil told stories, would they know what a pencil is?
Would they understand a pencil’s pencil-ness?
When they looked out into the great beyond, what would they see?
Would the atoms see the atomic structures as interstellar constallations?
The source of their horoscopes for all of their atom families?
It would be a brave little atom that would jettison out beyond its atomic brothers and sisters to see what is beyond their ability to see. That brave little atom would have to leave the vast space of their pencil and travel hundreds of thousand of distances further to even be able to perceive this vast thing we call a pencil. From this fantastic distance, could it even process what it was seeing? Imagine that little atom would have to travel further yet to see the pencil’s user. How long would that little atom have to observe this vast space to ever understand what it was that it was seeing? To see the place they live as a tool to record the pontifications of beings that are so vast that all the atoms’ families would believe them to be the things of fairy tails.
A cylindrical piece of wood,
With its small ridges and pointy tip.
Knowing is a peculiar thing, isn’t it?
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop”
~Rumi
