From a Poet

The Act of Discovery It is pleasant to walk in the cool morning of summer. Your feet become wet from the dew and a stillness resides, not from being alone, but in the change you thought had not yet taken place. That simplicity lies deep in the out of touch world; perhaps the reason is that what was once, what could be, or what isn't there, wears the scarlet mantle of peripheral vision. We always believe in uncovering, discovering parts unknown, but the covered up is just as valuable, the leaving unknown. There is no such thing as complete clarity, unaltered clairvoyance, the cards are always thrown down, but at a distance. Someone once came upon a vicious bear in the woods, but because the man didn't notice it, he knew not whether the bear attacked him, or that he went on walking. Another one, seeing the scene from a distance, could only say the man and the bear vanished into a bush. It would have been easy enough for him to verify what he saw, but what exactly was he trying t...