Reality is a construct created by evolution and society.
True Reality is inaccessible to us.
Dreams and nightmares might show us the seams
But the curtain is never pulled back.
There are hidden lines and vectors.
Colors and shapes we can not see. Thoughts we cannot think.
Reality is a shared hallucination with as much substance as fog.
The thin slice we experience is enough for most.
What wonders or terrors are just out of view?
What symphonies or cacophonies play in the silence?
What unknowns exist right here around us?
What might we know tomorrow?
… One Two Three …
When I walk up or down a set of stairs, I count them.
I don’t count my steps while walking.
… Four Five Six …
There is safety and comfort in counting stairs.
I’m afraid to miss a step, stumble, and fall.
… Seven Eight Nine …
There are nineteen stairs going up to my apartment.
Eighteen really but I count the landing as the last stair.
… Ten Eleven Twelve …
I find it satisfying to count the correct amount.
Sometimes I get distracted and miscount.
… Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen …
I might count seventeen or nine or eleven stairs.
… Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen …
I’ve never counted more than nineteen because
it’s much harder to over count stairs.
… Nineteen Twenty Twenty-one …
Wait, how many stairs did I just count?
How much farther is it?
… Twenty-two Twenty-three Twenty-four …
… Twenty-five …