There Used To Be Swans

The sound of children playing echoed behind us, as the cold blank water lapped the smooth stoned shore. Bleached white tree trunks, washed aside by high tides, provided room for respite. A mother passed the time admiring her new born under the cool grey sky as a gentle breeze blanketed us all.

Sitting immersed in nature I noticed a small ant carrying something somewhere in what appeared to be a great hurry.

I can imagine it’s world a very large one, it being so small in reference to me.

At the same time I can imagine it’s world being a very small one, in reference to the way we (humans) see the world ourselves.

So consumed by what we believe we know, we construct our world based on so little.

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