As we pass this point and time,
our senses pick up what they need to create new thoughts and ideas.
As time passes it becomes history.
Imagination sees things that are there and not there.
Shallow, flat, linear, up on top.
Black marks on white paper, without depth. What I see or hear is what
I respond to.
Other folks have volumes of knowledge stored back in their winding
libraries of thought.
I can create depth on paper for the mind, but it stills boils down
to black marks on white paper.
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