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by ddavidd Jul 31, 2025 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
There is no truth entirely seen. Only the point of view, projecting, illuminating, the narrow angle through which your gaze casts its partial light. The eye reveals a sliver of the whole, a single arc of consciousness, ever incomplete. No lens, no beam, no flicker of perception can hold the all, for truth is a sphere of infinite angles, and every object endlessly gazes back. Each thing waits to be found again, from a new direction, a different slant of being. Infinity, multiplied by infinity, remains itself. But if even one, just one, is added or taken, it collapses. Infinity dies at the touch of change. So too does zero. They are twins, vanishing in the presence of anything. There are no missing links in the world itself, only absences in our seeing.