Fractalverse: Volume Five
Looking past the end of one’s nose is very difficult.
The rules are set up to punish those who do.
In every moment, the chance to choose.
If I never hear the cries, or see the suffering,
did they really happen?
If I turn my back, does the sun ever really set?
If I live in that infinitely circumscribed realm forever,
have I really lived at all?