
I ask how things are tall when they are not.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 158 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 05-05-10 - id: 2804142
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I look around and see the size of all things. Some small some big. Buildings standing metres above the rest. And then I realise that nothing is that tall. Our eyes with which we see are only centimetres high. So isn't everything we see only at most little centimetres high. So I ask why is height such an important thing in this world, when there is really only a centimetre between things. The flower that smells of beauty is no more than a speck. The skyscraper towering into the sky is a single hair. And it is the same with width. How are people fat when only a millimetre determines their size. Why do the models on TV always seem to be so thin. The horizon of sea is no more than a small view.
That is how we truly see and that is how we should truly judge. Not with our eyes but with our minds.
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