Macro vs. Micro
Peer through the complex, intricate looking glass to bear witness to the entity that is I.
There exist, intertwine, and mingle two distinct sets of stories, ceaseless, by and by.
The first encompasses what is mine, the individual moments of the individual life.
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 bay?
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 Fen?
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?
© Copyright 2016 parkelis. All rights reserved.