Empty Spaces
Empty spaces
Amidst the lines of life
In all the places you can’t see
Between the microwaves and infared
We cannot see
For we are blind to the unknown.
There lies the inconspicuous
Imperceptible
There lies a world beneath the visible light
In the gamma
And x-rays
Above our heads and below our feet.
We cannot see
For we are blind to the unknown
But some are blessed
With the inconceivable ability
To see.
These are the people
Who discover the unknown
Space
Time
Incomprehensible concepts
Only the extraordinarily brilliant may grasp
With the fingertips of their hands,
Barely touching the surface
We cannot see
For we are blind to the unknown
How did one create the concept of love?
Of eternalism?
Of solipsism?
The mind is a powerful thing
Clutching, clasping, and comprehending concepts others can’t fathom.
In between the lines of reality
There lies the unknown,
The uncertain.
The undisclosed.
The unrevealed.
We cannot see
For we are blind to the unknown
Plato received a reality
Much different you and I
Similar to Queen Victoria and Hatshepsut.
But is it possible
We are all existing at the same time?
That our perception of time is false?
What if
Time is multi-layered
What if
All layers of time exist simultaneously?
That the measurement of such an abstract concept
Is determined by the observer?
That depending on the location you’re looking at in history,
Each one of us creates our own virtual reality?
We cannot see
For we are blind to the unknown.
What if
Nothing truly exists
But our own consciousness?
What if
Every ambition,
Every experience
Is just an intricate dream?