So often we see this colorful world in black and white; not out of generalization, but because we are curious of what’s beneath.
Beneath the gradients are newfound knowledge, for knowledge is comfort;
but beneath the blankets of recollection is a restless soul tugging away at the sun;
beneath ourselves lay vessels of blood connecting a sea of conscience;
beneath the tides an equal and opposite wave, pulsing through the veins of dimensions and forces beyond our grasp,
a testimony of the indescribable unknown.
Through curiosity we become overwhelmed, and do not wish to know more than what we can see.
So yes we generalize.
Funny how duality works.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
So often we see this colorful world in black and white; not out of generalization, but because we are curious of what’s beneath.
Beneath the gradients are newfound knowledge, for knowledge is comfort;
but beneath the blankets of recollection is a restless soul tugging away at the sun;
beneath ourselves lay vessels of blood connecting a sea of conscience;
beneath the tides an equal and opposite wave, pulsing through the veins of dimensions and forces beyond our grasp,
a testimony of the indescribable unknown.
Through curiosity we become overwhelmed, and do not wish to know more than what we can see.
So yes we generalize.
Funny how duality works.
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