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…)
Poetic Philosophy 