whether universally gleaned truth,
socially constructed prejudice, or
biologically useful heuristic,
we humans love our generalizations.
but maybe
it is not the pattern copied, but
the individual thing itself
that matters.
do you know these shapes?
do you automatically believe that
you know what they mean?
could you know it, without knowing
the people who've built it?
why are we so certain we know
what we cannot possibly know?
is curiosity and empathy really
prohibitively exhausting?
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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