Dancing Mouse

You cannot look at it for long and must avert your eyes for fear of shattering the illusion. The mysterious conceptual argument between physical and emotional connects us to the very question of our existence. Such could be the way one could account for the complexity of the human soul resulting in a seeking, a yearning so unfathomable most will go to any lengths not to confront it nor even look at it. Looking would mean believing and believing would involve a reflexed accountability anyone with any sense would surely avoid. So, we wake, we rise, we go through the motions as if we were a part of a brilliantly choreographed play or perhaps symphony waving in and out at the shake of a baton. The outline of the day has constants that are at most times strictly adhered to. Eat, sanitize, travel, work, travel, eat, interact, sleep. Beep — Beep — Beep is our beaconing to rise, wake and adhere to the outline once again. The outline gets filled in with all the technical details in between often known as dealing with the everyday rigors of life.

Beep — Beep — Beep… Wake… Rise… Adhere

BEep — BEep — BEep… WAke.. RIse… ADhere

(Not Today)

BEEP! — BEEP! — BEEP!… WAKE! RISE! ADHERE!

(Not today)

Instead I shall not avert my eyes, I will look. It is unexpected what I see and deeper than imagined. The illusion is shattered only to invert and trade places with adherence.

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