Poetic Philosophy

Blind humans.

Always worried about what they see.

But is there a limit to the versions of one thing?

I see a table.

You see it from a different point of view.

Another person sees something entirely new.

A blind man sees nothing.

A philosopher asks whether the table exists.

A small ant running across sees a whole planet on which it can live.

Bacteria roaming its surface do not even care where they are upon.

A whole cosmos crying out loud.

(There is nothing to see…)