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A little scarf

I look at my hands, the palm, some lines, a little scarf.
Is this real? Is what I see reality?
How can I sit in a flying bird and cross the ocean, how can my seat contain a phone, which, when a creditcardis inserted, transfers my voice to the other side of the world, right into the ear of my friend?
How can waves transfer noise? How could somebody invent the internet, make it work? How comes a microwave heats up food? And a television shows images of an unknown world?
Did we really put a man on the moon? And are we sure there was water on Mars?
The human brain that keeps on inventing these things is unlimited.
An impossible, crazy, unbelievable world.
Meanwhile we turn into people that are lived, we got stuck in our little world and the window on the world. A house, a car, a nice new computer, or a camera. A huge television with satellite dish to see another addictive program.
We are living the image we make from our real world...

Posted on March 14, 2004
in Limit of my knowledge

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