Realities

A solitary rock, covered in moss sitting in a clear puddle.

Stillness. The Breeze.  Chirping birds in the canopy above.

The thunder of jet engines.

Stillness once again.

In the Airliner, dry air, drinking tomato juice, listening to the fizzle of a song through the plastic headphones.

In the thick of the forest, inhaling the scent of leaves and the forest floor, watching the sun's

rays break through the cool shade of leaves.

Both of these are realities. Both exist at the same time. Both are connected. And both can be seen from endlessly different angles. They are endlessly small fractions of reality. 

Everything, possibility and potential lie in the void of nothing.