When a sculptor chisels away at their block of marble,
Are they creating the sculpture within
Or uncovering it?
Before the sculpture is even began,
How many other sculptures live inside that block of marble?
How many could you count and call real?
When do they become not real anymore?
And where do they go
Once you’ve chosen one to create?
Feel the intensity and force with which your feet are connected to the ground.
Look at the air around you.
It is made up of molecules, much more simple than (and very different from)
The molecules that make you who you are.
But molecules are made up of atoms
And atoms of even tinier pieces of matter.
The only difference between the atoms in the air
And the ones on your fingers
Are how they connect to each other to form molecules.
But at your base level,
You could be a cup or a chair,
Or a current in the ocean.
If you paint by numbers
The picture doesn’t reveal itself until you are done
Assigning colors to different pieces of a big,
Who is this white page?
Do we call it one being?
What was its motivation for coloring itself in
Turning itself to multitudes?
Did it even have a choice?
Before the white page was even colored in
How many different pictures could be created from it?
Are they real?
Are they real even after they’ve been colored in?