Poetry – Imperfect – A poem about reality and our limited senses.
Imperfect
We think we see the world as it is but we are wrong. We think we see reality but our view is only partial.
Our senses evolved to enable us to sense the world around us, to find food, seek a mate and avoid predators. Nothing more.
Evolution is very hit and miss. By chance a sense was created and then, through a million refinements honed to the standard we currently possess – imperfection. Each sense stumbled upon provided an advantage to the mutant that gave it a higher survival chance. We are left with the sum total of those random mutations. It is not even good.
We experience the world through touch, sight, sound, taste and smell imperfectly. It is enough to get us around, to avoid obstacles, avoid heat and cold, find things and even communicate. But it lacks range and depth.
If only we could smell like a dog. I would love to smell like a dog.
If only we could see like a bee. Flowers would be a whole new different world.
If only we had the eyesight of a hawk, the mysterious sense of a homing pigeon, the night-sight of an owl or the senses of a fish or whale.
If only.
Our senses are limited to a tiny range of the electro-magnetic spectrum. We are surrounded with myriad energy forms that we cannot detect or ‘see’. Radio waves and Alpha, Gamma, Beta all pass straight through without so much as an acknowledgement. We are so limited.
I would say reality is the sum total of being able to ‘see’ and delight in every single type of energy and matter. We’re a million miles away from that!
A few billion years more and we might have a few improvements.
What glorious universe would we be able to see if we truly saw reality?
Imperfect
Imperfect –
Seeing partially
A fraction
Of the universe
Available
To me.
Unseen
Energy
Flying by
Holding the key
To other views,
Further news
And mystery.
How would
The world look
If we only
Had eyes to see
In X-ray
Infra-red
Or UV?
We think we see
But we are blind
To reality.
Opher 8.11.2015
