A Picture's Worth | Perspective
Perspective He was born on the shore of an ocean so wide and endless, that to him, it seemed to be the entirety of existence. He was born, just like anyone else is born; not knowing the meaning of anything or any word, no opinions polluting his thoughts, loving, joyful, wild and free. As a young-ling, he never ventured far from his birthplace. Not like there were many places to go to anyways. However far he ventured, all that he had ever seen was the vastness of this limitless and mysterious ocean, and a bright orange ball that appeared so far away, that it almost made the vastness of the ocean seem like a fraction of the distance in between. That ball always had some sort of power over all who gazed upon it, even the mighty ocean was under its control. It even marked the ocean with its own image, almost like a signature, stating its authority and ownership over it. He never traveled much, but the beauty of this strange scenery, created by the master and the serva...