Through Eyes          Ross Kelly May 25, 2008

    Sometimes it seems the world is a lonely place. I spend my time looking through my eyes at all times. My experience, and in fact the entire world, is nothing more than the person I have become.
    Love is so intricate on some levels, but boils down to a disconnect that is completely real when I am alone. I see the world through my eyes, and a loved one sees the world through hers. Our worlds are never together, shared through a vision in which both draw the same conclusions from the world.
    I can look back to times when I felt loved and loved as well. When in this state, this aforementioned disconnect is not a real or tangible thing. Although the experiences of two humans never look through a tandem periscope, the love resonates through more than one human existence.
    What could be more magical than being involved in something larger than one’s own world?
    In fact, when I consider all the time have had on this earth, I start to look at the magnificent complexity of the world. Everything in the world is portrayed through my human mask of senses, picking up on all the little details happening both by my interaction with the world or the undeniable inexplicable and ever-present logic of the world.
    In the face of the ever predictable and logical universe, one must look towards life as some sort of miracle. Perhaps in another reality, the universe is a static shape, already defined in its entirety, never to change dimensions, or perhaps never to move in any direction which is not defined in the equations that make up the fabric of its existence.
    In our reality, however, a pinch of life is thrown into the predictable physical cosmos, adding a variable which cannot be predicted by physics.
    Each step someone takes causes an effect to an otherwise static universe. Although when the step is taken, the new answer to the ever-solved is known and predictable; one will never be able to predict another’s footsteps before they happen, just as many people stumble through their own as the organically complex world throws curveballs through space.


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