It’s an unfortunate thing really to allow one’s senses to dull due to the lack of awareness
For without the ability to know is to be without ability
Sense of space and form, one must exist
To know where one exists or to know what one is
One grows while another remains stagnant
Or both are lost in static
To move while one’s own self is moving is to have no control at all
A frictionless system in which steps are continually taken
Knowledge is power, but knowledge of what?
Place and person are the pendulums required
To understand an upswing is not knowing where the downswing will land
Pulling up and down will shatter from the inside or do nothing
Any which way, the displacement is the same
Movement will always end
Does it matter which place or person was moved?
Of whom’s opinion is of regard?
Displacement for all will be measured the same
And choices exist to allow the movements to matter whilst they happen
One cannot expect another to know what actions have taken place in the past
When only the current is able to be sensed
Awareness of the present
Acknowledgment of the past
And knowing that all futures are the same
It is value assigned by one if any who’s or where’s are of consequence.