What we see in this world depends on our angle and is colored by what we have seen before…
Following a Scent-Less Path
I’ve been thinking about the senses that we choose to trust, while being skeptical of others. And also wonder how we are letting these stories get in our way. I mean, there are definitely things we just need to believe, in order to carry on, so what is it that keeps our feet moving in complete darkness as long as our arms are extended?