We look at life through the prism of our own design made up of the reflections of others in our lives, the defections of the illusions we tend to hold onto way past their due date, and of the corrections we try to assume when awareness awakens reality. It makes me wonder how we manage to understand each other at all.
"But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads,
they say Ive changed
Well somethings lost,
but somethings gained
In living every day
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all"
Perhaps it is through music and poetry, through pictures and paintings, through the colour we splash on and around ourselves which help us see that our prisms may not be as different as meets the eye.