Above

The world looks small and I realize that as I move back from it all, I'm not getting further away, I'm getting closer to myself. Sometimes the world seems huge and humanity a great big dominating force that rules with an iron fist. I don't believe that, but media has a tendency to obscure things. The unreal becomes a possibility in the hands of the media. But above it all, I find clarity. We are small. I am small. The world is just a twinkle in someone else's telescope. Above is where I feel at home. Above reality, in reality. Belief is belief is reality.