Bruised, Crushed Memories Poem by dimitrios galanis

The colours would not be the same, or at least we would think that they are of other quality than the one we now think they are.You see, my dear, objectivity is a mater of subjectivity.Thank you so much.

Oh, dear Kelly.I'm posing here, you caught it, the great philosophical problem of objectivity.A matter not to be discussed in an exchange of two short comments.Do not we dicipher the outside or even our inner world accorfing thoughts and feelings we formed during our life in the society we happened to live in the schools, in the environment, through the education we had....Are not they all insidious? As far as it does not concirn scientific matters, where everything has to be proved by the technical repetition, we can not be sure.So standing in front of a scarlet dusk you can have hundrends of stances according your experiences from the past......Thank you so much.[Take into notice That I have read every great work written on philosophy the last 2.500 years.]Thanks again.A joy to read your notes on the poems you comment.I told you, sometimes I do look up them here and therre.Keep well.