clouds
above a house
standing still
but this can not be true

trust in eyes
the fool’s divine
all perception
the highway, to the mind

how much we trust our eyes, but they are only as good as our mind, I am terrified of being blind, as most people probably are, I can not even imagine it, less than being deaf, as deafening as that would be, the prospect of blindness would cut me more I think, I hope to never know either. but just sitting in my office, looking out the window, how our mind sees things, clouds standing still… but they are surely not, in fact, we are spinning at untold speeds, held on to this globe by gravity… but we do not perceive it. Are the clouds moving… or are we?