Tendencies

I drew a stickman. Accidentally gave it hands too long. I frowned at the deformed shape of its body. Quickly turned into a genius and drew more stickmen around. When I ran out of white space to sketch the head, the entire paper was littered with stickmen. All the same. Lifted the marker off the sheet and bit my lip. Eyes furiously scanning...........Futile search for the one I first drew. Held the paper up and scrutinized each man, one by one. My eyes grew tired and I gave up. Maybe there wasn't any in the first place. But I couldn't be mistaken. Then I knew. A matter of perception. When it's alone and presented singly, it screams the difference. It looks wrong. While in company, it starts to seem ordinary. With every increase, the difference shrinks. Boundary blurs. Clarity, previously indicated by red, is now replaced by a faded, washed out bluish-grey. That represents insignificance. Then disarray. When we allow ourselves to be deceived by the false callings of our hearts that in truth, originate from what we hear and form in our heads. That's how we lose ourselves.