point of view

Each of us sees the world from where we stand. 'Tis a singular point of view, from which high perch we survey and measure all that passes before us. That we cannot always see over the hill, to the far country of an other's view is but the nature of our existence. Thus, I extend you the courtesy of my doubts, and hope for the same. We each inherit the same rights as another. We walk beneath the same sun, breathe the same air - we are siblings beyond documents. We share a small but precious rock, wheeling through the abyss of space, with no roof overhead. We want this blink of time to have some meaning beyond ourselves, thus we create. We fear that it does not, thus we war. We are but the drops from which waves are made. Tossed by tide and winds we pass - all together - through the moments of life. It is a testimony to the imagination that one can think of us as separate.

Photo: Sun Worshipper, ©2010 Timothy A. Sandstrom