By Daiah   

Ever taken note of the profundity of a circle?
Finite yet endless, its beginning might as well be its end.
Life at a glance appears to be a circle until you discover its lack of symmetry.
We claim to know what its all about and paint it black and white when deep down inside we have no idea if we are really seeing it right.
Attaching labels to this piece of art based on experiences and assumptions, without notice of its shape shifting.
Now we fault, despise or misunderstand those that see curves where we see straight lines.
What if both sides are right? what if both sides are wrong?
What if your view is only different from mine because of the dimension revealed by the position you are from?

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