Breadcrumbs 2021
Leftovers
Where this nomadic mind wanders, I can only say, I can only write,
And You can only discern to the reaches of your frame of reference.
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You may have heard what someone was saying,
But how closely were You really listening?
How closely were You really engaging?
How accurately were You really interpreting?
How broad, how wide, how deep, your frame of reference?
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Of sunrises, does the sun, the star. come up? Or the earth, the horizon, down?
Of sunsets, does the sun, the star, go down? Or the earth, the horizon, up?
All points of view, all perspectives, all measures, all outlooks, all stances,
Are relative to the given eye, and the frame of reference from which it gazes.
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What translation can ever fully grasp any scribe’s vision,
And the frame of reference from which it was articulated?
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A frame of reference is a stew, a blend, a fusion, a union, a brew, a mélange,
A double-double-toil-and-trouble-fire-burn-and-caldron-bubble,
That the fate, the destiny, the kismet, the nature-nurture,
Has through happenstance-happenchance,
In imagination played.
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If You could travel back in space-time to a variety of life events, would You see them the same?
Would they seem fairly similar to your vague memories, or be almost entirely rewritten?
And how different would they be if You were to re-watch them every decade or so?
Memory being what it is, frame of reference being what it is, chances are good,
That your perspective, your assessment, might well be different each and every time.
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To understand what is actually being spoken or written in most any context,
Requires an astute mind’s eye capable of nuanced, critical thinking,
And a wide-ranging, nature-nurtured frame of reference,
All marinated in a wholesome fusion of absurdism infinitum.
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The incessant recording the inner voice plays over and over in your mind,
Is the conditioning of your frame of reference, your nature-nurture programming.
Naught but an algorithm born of genetic design … nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Everything is unequivocally relative to everything else.
Every mind-body, every frame of reference, is a cosmos unto its Self.
No two are ever alike, and none will ever envision any others, but through their own.
Soundbites
Any translation is an outcome of the translator’s frame of reference.
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Frame of reference, rolodex of reference.
Breadcrumbs
What translation can ever fully grasp the scribe’s vision,
And the frame of reference from which it was articulated?
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Where this nomadic mind wanders, I can only say, I can only write,
And You can only discern, to the reaches of your frame of reference.