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You know when you are travelling along a street, be it in a car, on a bike or walking, and you see a stray discarded shoe - do you ever wonder how that shoe got to be there?
I do. - Every stray shoe has a tale to tell.
There could be a trivial reason why and how the shoe got to be there.
Perhaps it ended up in its lonesome position as a result of drunken horesplay: perhaps a boisterous gang giddy in the blurry mists of merriment were fooling around and prankishly removed the shoe from a mate's foot and threw it somewhere he couldn't find or retrieve it.
But then again, there could be a more sinister explanation why and how the shoe got to be where it is: perhaps someone was assaulted, mugged or even abducted.
Call me peculiar, but every time I see a stray discarded shoe sitting silent at a roadside or near a path, I always think: "How did it get there?" - "What is the tale behind its desolation?"
....And then I think of all the subtle and exclusive information which I will never gain access to; all the private and clandestine stories and happenings which I will never comprehend.
Observing a small and seemingly insignificant object (such as a stray shoe discarded by a roadside) can lead the mind into abstract and puzzling areas - into places where our thoughts very rarely venture.
As we pass like shadows through the enormity of Now - clinging to life's rollercoaster ride, how much subtle information and hidden knowledge will we never comprehend?
With every passing moment, secret histories are being scribbled in an invisible book which no one will ever read.
A stray shoe beside the roadside is a seemingly trivial and insiginificant object, but at the same time it's also a symbol of our boundless ignorance.
I do. - Every stray shoe has a tale to tell.
There could be a trivial reason why and how the shoe got to be there.
Perhaps it ended up in its lonesome position as a result of drunken horesplay: perhaps a boisterous gang giddy in the blurry mists of merriment were fooling around and prankishly removed the shoe from a mate's foot and threw it somewhere he couldn't find or retrieve it.
But then again, there could be a more sinister explanation why and how the shoe got to be where it is: perhaps someone was assaulted, mugged or even abducted.
Call me peculiar, but every time I see a stray discarded shoe sitting silent at a roadside or near a path, I always think: "How did it get there?" - "What is the tale behind its desolation?"
....And then I think of all the subtle and exclusive information which I will never gain access to; all the private and clandestine stories and happenings which I will never comprehend.
Observing a small and seemingly insignificant object (such as a stray shoe discarded by a roadside) can lead the mind into abstract and puzzling areas - into places where our thoughts very rarely venture.
As we pass like shadows through the enormity of Now - clinging to life's rollercoaster ride, how much subtle information and hidden knowledge will we never comprehend?
With every passing moment, secret histories are being scribbled in an invisible book which no one will ever read.
A stray shoe beside the roadside is a seemingly trivial and insiginificant object, but at the same time it's also a symbol of our boundless ignorance.
Mr.Snuggly wrote:
> I feel the same. Sometimes when I'm on my way to work, I glance at a
> car going past, and realise that that person has a history, and a
> family that has a history, and the car may have belonged to someone
> before, who... you get the idea. Then you look at the bigger picture,
> look up and see 50 cars, and you're looking at an area no bigger thana
> speck of dust on the surface of the earth. It's all rather daunting,
> and hard to take in just how little we know about our surroundings.
*
Yeah, that's very much what I was touching on.
If we drew-up a list of everything we know, it would be a pretty long list; but the list of stuff we don't know, what we never will know - well, it would just go on forever.
Finding out about one little object like a discarded shoe would take a very long time - how did it get where it is now? who did it belong to? etc, etc.
Mind-boggling really....
Asking such questions, I'm beginning to think I should be a Private Eye or something :)
> I feel the same. Sometimes when I'm on my way to work, I glance at a
> car going past, and realise that that person has a history, and a
> family that has a history, and the car may have belonged to someone
> before, who... you get the idea. Then you look at the bigger picture,
> look up and see 50 cars, and you're looking at an area no bigger thana
> speck of dust on the surface of the earth. It's all rather daunting,
> and hard to take in just how little we know about our surroundings.
*
Yeah, that's very much what I was touching on.
If we drew-up a list of everything we know, it would be a pretty long list; but the list of stuff we don't know, what we never will know - well, it would just go on forever.
Finding out about one little object like a discarded shoe would take a very long time - how did it get where it is now? who did it belong to? etc, etc.
Mind-boggling really....
Asking such questions, I'm beginning to think I should be a Private Eye or something :)
*Also laughs*
Lovely Jubbly
Lovely Jubbly
*laughs*
You like shoe?
I can get you shoe. Table made from shoe I have solden to herc, shoe table made from lepers.
I can get you lepers bones down black market for $3.25.
You like shoe? I can get you shoe. You come ask gerrid, he give you what you want.
I can get you shoe. Table made from shoe I have solden to herc, shoe table made from lepers.
I can get you lepers bones down black market for $3.25.
You like shoe? I can get you shoe. You come ask gerrid, he give you what you want.
I feel the same. Sometimes when I'm on my way to work, I glance at a car going past, and realise that that person has a history, and a family that has a history, and the car may have belonged to someone before, who... you get the idea. Then you look at the bigger picture, look up and see 50 cars, and you're looking at an area no bigger thana speck of dust on the surface of the earth. It's all rather daunting, and hard to take in just how little we know about our surroundings.
You know when you are travelling along a street, be it in a car, on a bike or walking, and you see a stray discarded shoe - do you ever wonder how that shoe got to be there?
I do. - Every stray shoe has a tale to tell.
There could be a trivial reason why and how the shoe got to be there.
Perhaps it ended up in its lonesome position as a result of drunken horesplay: perhaps a boisterous gang giddy in the blurry mists of merriment were fooling around and prankishly removed the shoe from a mate's foot and threw it somewhere he couldn't find or retrieve it.
But then again, there could be a more sinister explanation why and how the shoe got to be where it is: perhaps someone was assaulted, mugged or even abducted.
Call me peculiar, but every time I see a stray discarded shoe sitting silent at a roadside or near a path, I always think: "How did it get there?" - "What is the tale behind its desolation?"
....And then I think of all the subtle and exclusive information which I will never gain access to; all the private and clandestine stories and happenings which I will never comprehend.
Observing a small and seemingly insignificant object (such as a stray shoe discarded by a roadside) can lead the mind into abstract and puzzling areas - into places where our thoughts very rarely venture.
As we pass like shadows through the enormity of Now - clinging to life's rollercoaster ride, how much subtle information and hidden knowledge will we never comprehend?
With every passing moment, secret histories are being scribbled in an invisible book which no one will ever read.
A stray shoe beside the roadside is a seemingly trivial and insiginificant object, but at the same time it's also a symbol of our boundless ignorance.
I do. - Every stray shoe has a tale to tell.
There could be a trivial reason why and how the shoe got to be there.
Perhaps it ended up in its lonesome position as a result of drunken horesplay: perhaps a boisterous gang giddy in the blurry mists of merriment were fooling around and prankishly removed the shoe from a mate's foot and threw it somewhere he couldn't find or retrieve it.
But then again, there could be a more sinister explanation why and how the shoe got to be where it is: perhaps someone was assaulted, mugged or even abducted.
Call me peculiar, but every time I see a stray discarded shoe sitting silent at a roadside or near a path, I always think: "How did it get there?" - "What is the tale behind its desolation?"
....And then I think of all the subtle and exclusive information which I will never gain access to; all the private and clandestine stories and happenings which I will never comprehend.
Observing a small and seemingly insignificant object (such as a stray shoe discarded by a roadside) can lead the mind into abstract and puzzling areas - into places where our thoughts very rarely venture.
As we pass like shadows through the enormity of Now - clinging to life's rollercoaster ride, how much subtle information and hidden knowledge will we never comprehend?
With every passing moment, secret histories are being scribbled in an invisible book which no one will ever read.
A stray shoe beside the roadside is a seemingly trivial and insiginificant object, but at the same time it's also a symbol of our boundless ignorance.