Like how we visualize clock as a round object with disproportionate hands moving in a circular motion. Like how we drew a fish as an oval attached to a trigonometry figure. Like how we say a person is good and bad by just mere looks. Like how the past is always better than the present. Our partiality perception… A driving of the mind set on an automatic gear, it turns away at times and makes us believe the other… It makes us perceive in a way so ordinary yet with such predisposition…
Clocks can be rectangular, squarish or even in any other shape and sizes along the list of geometry. Fish can take the shape of many other figures, and the saying in the orient of “Do not judge a book by its cover” seems to be true after all. Yet time and again our logical drive makes us believe things of certain vestige to be somewhat conniving. A twisted mind in a twisted world, we turn visuals into fictional interpretations which we always find easy and coherent to believe in - And most of which, are inaccurate…
What are we to judge in the first place, what are we to find reason to construe and debate the existence of others? We are nothing better than just mere living proteins gyrating round this cycle of life, and the difference between us and other organisms is our ability of thought. A gift so unique yet so jaundiced…
Clocks can be rectangular, squarish or even in any other shape and sizes along the list of geometry. Fish can take the shape of many other figures, and the saying in the orient of “Do not judge a book by its cover” seems to be true after all. Yet time and again our logical drive makes us believe things of certain vestige to be somewhat conniving. A twisted mind in a twisted world, we turn visuals into fictional interpretations which we always find easy and coherent to believe in - And most of which, are inaccurate…
What are we to judge in the first place, what are we to find reason to construe and debate the existence of others? We are nothing better than just mere living proteins gyrating round this cycle of life, and the difference between us and other organisms is our ability of thought. A gift so unique yet so jaundiced…
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