We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
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Against senses: The table.
In the vicinity of black holes, space is so warped that even light rays may curve around them several times. This phenomenon may enable us to see multiple versions of the same thing. While this has been known for decades, only now do we have an exact, mathematical expression. (1)
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…)
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Learning…
Learning.
New things.
Old things.
Things we have forgotten.
Things that we never could know that they would be.
Filling our minds with more things.
Day by day reaching…
What?
Reaching what?
Why did we ever start this journey?
Without knowing where we go.
Ignoring the only thing we did.
If knowledge is the journey.
Does that make ignorance our home sweet home?
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