Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

Somewhere in the universe
There is a sphere
With myriad colors —
Light and dark,
Dryness and wetness,
Mountains and valleys.

On outer spheres,
The people peer inward
At the inmost sphere.

The people are spread
All over the outer spheres,
Some closer, or farther,
From the inmost sphere.

They all describe
The inner sphere differently.

Though they tell the truth
About what they see,
The descriptions sound very different.

Are we talking about the same thing?

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