What we know
is like a speck of dust in the universe.
The unknown part of the we world
is a mystery to us.
What can we do but speculate
or fantasize about it?
Dogs can hear sounds I can’t hear
Those sounds means nothing to me.
Butterflies can see colors that doesn’t exist
in my world.
What do I care about such colors?
To discus the unknown
is like when the deaf discuss music.
Our senses are limited.
We’re like prisoners peeking out through a key hole
and all we see is a brick wall.
But not only that
We have also psychological limitations
We have blinders
It is all this electro chemical mind stuff
which create our dream world.
this is not an absolutely true account
of my life experience.
it is possible to catch a glimpse of something
behind that door.
There is something going on out there.
This is not
all there is to life.