Infinity, some might say,
Is simple.
Yet, most are unfamiliar
With the origin of its symbol.

Communication is like compassion,
Both synonymous with mutual understanding & love.

Collaboration is like patience,
Both synonymous with consent & mutual acceptance.

That others should want for you
To be deprived, whether on grounds of one being more talented or
Of hate with looser attachment up in the air;
They will claim their envy admiration,
Their harm help.

They would stifle you & slander
Just to pit sibling against sibling.
Whether by blood or by society.
They would seek to undermine
Your tapestry,
Trying to force you to design theirs.

These you should not hesitate to fight,
Whether physical or otherwise;
𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, we encourage it!

For even space is occupied,
There is both foreground & background.
That which is visible
And that which is elusive.

Like vapor from water forming clouds.
Like gaseous vents expelling
What can not be seen, but felt.

All is & all is connected.

They speak of absence & inaction -
Yet, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩,
¹ Such things do not exist.
Like imbalance,
These are merely perspectives.

When one withholds their perspective,
This is the most sour grape.
That is like wine gone bad,
Caustic & acidic.
Destructive to the natural flow
Of the great amphoras.

They call them crocodile tears
When animals muddy the waters
By disturbing silt or dirt
And thereby obscuring/obstructing
What is otherwise a clear view.
As like pouring wine into a cup of water.