Interpret Me
Is that all there is to this rush of vibrating energy cascading through our synaptic
thoroughfares? Light spectrum wide and narrow traversing your point of view and you
think and therefore I am what your senses interpret me to be? I think not.
We are individuals to the shallow observer only, but to the true explorer – the one who is fearless of turning away from the mirrors and radio signals – we are infinite universes of galaxies and worlds expanding and contracting much like the particles of the (generally accepted but widely disputed) Bang that created the linear motion by which mortality and immortality constantly swap their roles and responsibilities.
Upon this discovery, the true explorer turns back to the lenses and frequencies to
see the living breathing thriving organism (beyond the solar systems and constellations) longing to be interpreted.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2009
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