can you see the mountains for the clouds?
I look down on this rural painted valley
and cannot distinguish
oh I know the sight well
Mount Airy rising like a throne
above all else
solid and stoic, like a rook
signalling a new state
the land of barren beige roads
the ones that reflect the Sun
in continuous arcs, like rainbows
leading us to golden shores
King Airy — the guide to heaven’s door
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written in Virginia a bit, mostly in North Carolina, on way to Florida.).
Philosophy came early to me; I guess I always used to think a lot. When it came time to sharpen my pencil, I’d often stare at the sharpest tip I could make, and realize how it was still rounded. That’s when I came up with my Impossible Point idea. Of course, it wasn’t new, and it certainly wasn’t Earth-shattering. But it was at an early age, and without outside influence. I just thought a lot. I’d try to tell my friends (the ones who thought for themselves) and they would argue that no, I just wasn’t sharpening it enough. They didn’t get it.
It was through those eyes that I realized how things aren’t always as they seem; when under a magnifying glass, everything changes. Or, sometimes, it’s the exact opposite. Sometimes, when looking too hard, when focusing too much on something near, you miss the main picture — you entirely miss the point.
And it’s always important to see the point….. rounded or not.