hard to accept the unknown
oh the frustration
Everything looks worse in black and white.
Give us those nice, bright colors.
Give us the greens of summers.
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day.
It’s a sense of scale really.
My friend Doug’s father was a Geology Professor.
Doug told how on family trips his Dad would notice a nice example of agglomerates or amphibolites or what have you and would stop to take a photo.
“Go stand next to that boulder for scale,” he would tell Doug.
He would use these photos as slides in his lectures.
Forever after Doug would run into people who taken his Dad’s classes and they would point at him and say, “You’re the scale kid!”
On a scale of 1 to 10 is my anxiety a 9?
On a scale of 1 to 100 is my anxiety still a 9 or is it 90?
If I see things a certain way that’s my business.
They way you see it is your business.
You don’t have to agree with me at all.
But on the matter of scale.
If it we agree it works, though we don’t agree on what we see, isn’t the scale the same?
Doug didn’t change.
His size relative to rock was constant.
The relative size of Doug the rock stayed the same.
Where do we lose agreement?
Frustrating isn’t it.
Frustration born out of agreement.
Can that get more frustrating?
I should mention the opening lines are taken from Paul Simon’s song, Kodachrome.