The world is a paradox


My house
3041 mountville drive Kettering Ohio
United States
39° 41' 4.4628" N, 84° 6' 35.5896" W

The world is a paradox. You can see the sun shimmer off the crystal clear waters and the black spot and the broken ship. Mountains rise majestically from the ground, and you can almost see them through the smog. Summer breezes and tanks plow through meadows. Beauty springs from the canvas of amazonian origins. Light shines off the droplets in the sky, and show off the colors of those without rights. Flocks of birds and bullets soar through the air. We can witness aurora borealis, the nothern lights. But we can also witness the unfortunates plight. I write this knowing some will never be able to read. That is the paradox. The beauty mixed so seamlessly with the ugly. That's what's on my mind in my world, because my world is our world, and our world is beautiully ugly. So the world is a paradox, but it doesn't have to be.    


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