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the object there,
in front of me,
insignificant at best.
I focus on its shape and form,
color, height, and mass.
I step back, just a bit,
now I see the table.
The table holds the object,
safely and secure.
I step back, just a bit,
now I see the floor.
The floor supports the table,
the table holds the object,
safely and secure.
One more step, I see the room,
with the table, on the floor,
holding the object, safely and secure.
The narrow mind sees the object,
The open mind, the room.
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what do I see
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