No.158: The World is a Jigsaw
Some people spend so much time in the matrix
that they live without meaning, direction, focus.
They toil, chase their tails.
They feel, but without purpose.
But some, like me,
spend so much time elevated,
observing, analyzing, theorizing,
tugging on the cosmos and all its secrets,
that we die
full of meaning,
never having touched the dirt,
ignorant to the smell and taste and sound and bone
of our creations.
I have to wonder:
is it a coincidence that we all have blind spots?
Is my unevenness a flaw,
a product of the fall?
Or is this overwhelming need for diversity
an intentional design of God?