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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A frame never shows the entire world— only the slice you choose to see. It takes the sprawling wild chaos of things and trims it to something bearable, something simple, cloistered, that fits inside the mind’s small room. This cropping is mistaken for clarity. Calling it truth. Calling it perspective. Robbed of context and background the art lies in choosing which edges matter and why they matter, and what may be exiled outside the margins outside the frame like a photographer swinging the viewfinder over the scene. A window pretends to offer everything— the sun, sky, clouds, the sway of trees— yet it offers only what fits within its frame, its glass holding back wind, sound, doubt, the real context for the world is left excluded, ghosting just below the sill. Doorways negotiate between what's inside and outside, thresholds where inner and outer whorls meet, Stand on the threshold long enough, and the hinge of separation between worlds dissolves. You are less divided and separated— from what you let come in before and what you are yet to let inside. Every border blurs the truth. Every threshold distorts. Frames are where certainty falters, like heat trembling over asphalt, like a mirage on the horizon that forgets where sea ends and sky begins. The mind frames memories the way a camera frames light— editing the whole truth into meaning, cropping out the wounds, propping up the joys, with rosy filters helping you forget the bad times We walk through our days carrying invisible frames, seeing only what fits within their boundaries: the familiar shapes and causes, the comforts and warmth, in the explanations that match our sense of order. Everything else is clutter— seen, held, felt and heard, but seldom claimed. When we step outside the frame— beyond the window’s cloistered view past the doorway’s quivering threshold— The world blossoms, booms, and unfurls to display in full color, wild, unfiltered, untamed, brimming with chaos and disorder, layered, dynamic, prismatic, multifaceted. A realm with no borders, no cropping, and no frames— far beyond the box our minds keep wanting to shove it in.
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