Macro vs. Micro
Peer through the complex,
intricate looking glass to bear witness to the entity that is
There exist, intertwine, and
mingle two distinct sets of stories, ceaseless, by and
The first encompasses what is
mine, the individual moments of the individual
The other is centered, or focused,
on the un-narrative events…in these, it is rife.
Peace long reined in the land that
is my body, until return of the haunting question.
The very question that lingers
within us all - why? Where is explanation?
How do the mechanics of this world
work; where does the answer lay?
Is it within the history that has
moved us to the present, or the storytelling told by the
Microhistory: all that is "my;" do
I set the pace to my rate of walk?
Macrohistory: all that is theirs,
the worlds; am I dictated to their talk?
World War I came and went, was I
unhinged from the bolts of this body?
My father died, or at least, his
essence did; was I given answers to flee freely?
So what is it then? The patterns
that are seen in this life, the next, and then…
Who can explain them, the
me, the my stories, the my world - my
Or are they explained by the world
history that foresees the location of today?
Where in, is the explanation to
all the accidents, coincidences, and unexplainable phenomena that
have paved the way?