POEM #3
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Seeing is believing.” We assume that what we see is true, and out of all things we see, blue just be the truest. I mean, it's everywhere. Just look up. So I was surprised to learn that colour isn't even a given. Blue only showed up human language around 4500 years ago. We had to learn it, name it, and now we know it. But it made me think how much else we haven't named and therefore don't know? Do we control more than we think, or less? How can any perception of truth no matter how high and holy, be taken as real? We are just continually shifting our own relationship to what is mighty and profound, further disorienting ourselves as we find—or is it lose?—our place in the universe. See: the pale blue dot (1990).
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