You are indulgent with your toddler
When it soils the floor or spoils the clothes
And indignant when someone's does it.
Mind is fooling the senses detecting.
An object would not appear to travel
At the same distance to two people-
One standing on the earth though on motion
And the other on a moving object.
You are creating your own reality
According to your own experience.
Values, judgments, and observations
Are different to different people.
Everything which seems real to us
From very subatomic particles
To billions of sprawling galaxies-
May not be so beyond your experiences.
Reality in the relative universe
Is so mysterious that man is mistaken
About it, and he believes it as true.
What you believe is, hence, real to you.
18.02.2017
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