It’s curious, to think,

that once, man had

to rely upon himself,

herself,

to make the pieces fit.

All the incongruities,

inconsistencies,

and vagaries in

the big picture

were left to the individual,

trying to piece together, the fragmented

life-scene inside of themselves.

There was struggle, frustration,

challenge in perspective,

failure, and ultimately,

though a few pieces may have

found themselves inadvertently lost,

a wry sense of accomplishment,

when most pieces fit,

and most of the picture was complete.

Modern day humans,

though, are content with

having each piece

placed for them, without regard

to shaved edges, or forced fits.

Alternatively, they are content with

continuously viewing a

an incomplete scene of

inconsiderately scattered

cardboard microimages,

no piece

interlocking with a

single other,

while heads bob,  rhythmically,

in blissfully ignorant,

medicated acceptance.

As long as another forms an image

for the modern human,

there is no need for vision,

no need for perspective,

and no need to concern oneself

with piecing together that internal picture.

The responsibility may belong to

someone else, who

is already manipulating the pieces.

So why bother trying?  Why exert?

Why long to make the pieces fit?

Humbly yours,

J