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Small View's Invisible Trap

Simply we all watch anything according to what we want to do, and that could be applied to relatively not so huge extent nor infinitely tangible anything.


To very small things, we'd take them into account, after all, these are only to what could be been controllable by our own sense.


Though, these our reality things after all could easily been controlled by our selfish arbitrary idea.


We usually want only easy things to handle by ourselves.

We unconsciously opt only seen manageable things to us, eventually that inertia could pull our attention.


And that criterion necessarily could be concerned with medium size to us.

Extraordinary infinite extent and micro things, we plainly refuse in subconscious measuring.


We usually are unaware of any narrowness intrinsically we are instinctively equipped for preventing us from being overwhelmed or astonished.

But it'd be okay. Because our that small unit with only small view which neighbors to each other at only very short moment, that is us.


To that trap, how we can enjoy at surviving is our own subjective issue we should take at each spot we face.


One so small water stream in necessary transiting foot, naturally runs to some brooks and these shredded routes could converge at one fixed point.

Subsequently that made stream could make gland river.

Each river must head for the ocean.


In the end, even we all are the same, aren't we?


Time goes like a bow.


Reflecting all passed ever present moments, anything could be seen fragile, because our mind and eyes are just make attention only moving things at each moment, but at these fragile interim aspect makes us blind at noticing never replaced nor never changed things overshadowed by fragility.


Only at sentimental mentality, we can find sweetly lovely de-ja-vu. Exactly, that emotion could make us interpretation that everything is just even.

Nevertheless time itself must never make us excuse nor moratorium.

Any future must come along.


And in looking back to now, any newly replaced move comes up to our reality.

Eventually, any now is kind of tip, nevertheless each seen so beautiful, only present to each crue in one massive range of time cluster.


What could be substantial reality to us all?


What should it be regarded to our mind?


Any tentative trap could be only small view sponcering pastime or diversion.

Nevertheless, that ephemeral texture could be felt in my mind as if every mind and idea could be trapped at dispersion.


That heading direction could show somewhat horizontal in picturing to my mind, there would be at time deleted absolutely still digit.


Is that death invitation or daydream?


Everything could be up to the one who assess it.





Nov.  3rd.       2021