Relative Something

There is hardly enough time to fully grasp the depth of each and every subtle nuance that forms the ultimate substance of all that we experience in our lives every day. What little time there is for such an extraordinary accomplishment is fractured into a seemingly infinite variety of supernatural moments that curiously become dulled by our distinctly finite ability to parse what is not only right before our eyes, but actually within our very being. Whether or not a person pauses in attempt to consider more than what meets the eye, the moments pass by in what appears to us as an ever-increasing pace. There is dust that collects on every surface available, a bright red color of a cereal box, sounds from a television that was never shut off, a rainbow spectrum refracting through icicles dangling from eves, someone is dying and babies are born. Life does not depend on our willingness to contemplate. At any given point in time the people of the world operate from a dramatically broad range of attention to detail for things less than obvious and what is obvious to one person is far from guaranteed to be remotely apparent to another. It is really a profound accomplishment that we are able to successfully communicate with even our own extended family, let alone the number of strangers we interact with as we navigate our way in the world. Most people rarely notice the miracles they are living every moment of each and every boring, regular day.