versemicroverse a collection of butterfly wings and roiling clouds of fire and ash, tempests and elementals, and weary tongues and parting lips.
versemicroverse a collection of butterfly wings and roiling clouds of fire and ash, tempests and elementals, and weary tongues and parting lips.
“ Perception, as relative to conscious beings, is limited in its scope in ways that are similar to the finite spectrum of visible light. While vision is subject to the condition and properties of a given illumination, and objects exist beyond the pale of vision, perception is subject to and determined by factors which are shaped by imperceptible forces. Consciousness, or the perception of one’s existence and one’s relationship to the world is as mutable and finite as one’s capacity to scrutinize the visible world. Consciousness is filtered and consciousness is illusory. Consciousness is myopic and flawed. Consciousness is shuttered with blinds from the searing light burning behind the veil which threatens loss of sight and obscurity. Consciousness fails to apprehend the subtle blurring of focus and the overt manipulation of perception and the spectrum of light beyond vision. ”
- versemicroverse
STARING THROUGH THE SHEETS OF ACID RAIN