The Sun is Beneath Us

The sunrise delicately highlights the underside of the clouds, and we continue on, unawares. We take this moment for granted – the moment the sun is beneath us, producing its most brilliant and enticing ray. Reflections off the glass and glassy objects and glassy waters and waters of the world resting on the grass as dew and dewy eyes look on at all of it in awe and bewilderment and suddenly we are there yet haven’t a clue of ourselves nor just how very significant it all is or someday may be.

And so we sit in grotesque ignorance and hush our children as they gawk and point, not realizing it is they who have figured out the meaning of Life, obliviously allowing the world to veil the truth, as has been done to us all.

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