The Fragile World

Have you ever stopped to ponder how fragile this world around us is, everything around you has been created by a mind and hands. I'm looking at my baseball mitt and  I would naturally claim that it is mine. But what is mine? The parts or the whole? Surely the leather, the cotton is mine but is the craftsmanship of the one who stiched it together? Surely not. How about the stamp branded on the inside, the stamp itself was created by a mind, and the language was created by humans, the language consists of squiggly lines that we've come to know as letters paired together to come together as what we know as words, funny sounds we vocally emit everyday, our brains working tirelessly everyday to make sense and order in a rudimentarily fragile world. 

 

Are things as they seem or is life much more a mist? We live upon patterns seeking them wherever we go, predicting the next thing without effort. 

 

 

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intelligent write

thought provoking.

enjoyed this!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

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