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Poem Title: A Season in Time
Ref: 103
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Date Written: 09.01.21 Author: Nigel G Wilcox
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Chapter Seven
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One looks out of the window and drifts into a different reality away from the chaos, only to meet another form of chaos within the natural world of mind and the physical, both realities depending on one's perspective. One can see our Universe is made up of chaos and yet we call our Universe the Cosmos, something meaning the opposite to chaos; something meaning together or balanced.
Perhaps we are all in the same boat having to be balanced, otherwise we would topple over, and it is down to our imagination to, if we get wet, use an analogy.
Without movement, there is no time, we can see everything is moving, so we are therefore all time travellers, observing the canvas of reality, or spacetime. Fortunately we can see colour and variations of colour. We can also see what is neutral, the great divide of what is and isn't, are we the artist? Choosing our reality and colour? 'Are we a hologram? Are we trapped on a flat disc or are we just numbers within a computer? The one's and zeros of the 'Matrix', to coin a phrase.
By watching nature, water, wind, dust or fire, we can choose from the artist pallet a new reality
Perhaps we are all in the same boat having to be balanced, otherwise we would topple over, and it is down to our imagination to, if we get wet, use an analogy.
Without movement, there is no time, we can see everything is moving, so we are therefore all time travellers, observing the canvas of reality, or spacetime. Fortunately we can see colour and variations of colour. We can also see what is neutral, the great divide of what is and isn't, are we the artist? Choosing our reality and colour? 'Are we a hologram? Are we trapped on a flat disc or are we just numbers within a computer? The one's and zeros of the 'Matrix', to coin a phrase.
By watching nature, water, wind, dust or fire, we can choose from the artist pallet a new reality