An Impenetrable Barrier

A short musing, more like a blog entry, really.

See, smell, touch, hear, taste.

As the street lamps trail into wisps of light in the wake of my tail lights, I wonder. Beyond these five senses, we know nothing, We were given enough awareness to survive, and then left unfinished and unperfected. How much of reality, of true reality, do we fail to perceive?

As oncoming headlights pass, they leave a brilliant stain upon the back of my eyelids.

I want to be as the blind man who suddenly opens his eyes, unexpectedly immersed in this new view of reality. What am I truly missing? Just as that man could never correctly envision color, I, equally impaired, can never imagine what transpires beyond the boundaries of my perception.

Tires squeal with the speed of the turn.

Something tingles just beyond my fingertips, aching to be realized--but I am too unmade, too human. As mere dirt, I cannot reach beyond these base senses, this lack of comprehensive awareness.

What exists outside of what I can comprehend?

The night would whisper answers, if only I had better ears to hear.

Author's Note

Not so much a story as just an idea that piqued my interest. All pictures I post on here I take--I may start adding ones I find relevant to my writings. Tell me your opinion on the pictures, I'm trying to decide whether I should continue or not.

Reviews

[i.am.the.sun.]

this is awesome. i don't mean to advertise but it reminds me a bit of my poem "human." i wonder this quite often, and the idea of everything that we might not be able perceive is just... insatiable. like trying to imagine new colours... i always end up with the idea of a bright purple of some sort. like a purple sheet of metal glinting in the sun.
the picture is great, it looks like just a quick snap shot and makes you put yourself in the moment and it's easy to see exactly what you were thinking while writing this. the lights burning the backs of your retinas, etc. good stuff. i think it's got a bit of a conclusion to it already, it doesn't need any improvement :)

[Angela H.]

The ears develop and the whispers become more defined, by the asking. Keep asking! Having lived many decades beyond high school, I am still asking. There is always more. Poets are journalists of the unending interior journey, and your craft is already well-honed. Keep asking!

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

This is a thought that I've had before, too. It reminds me of watching a movie in science class about life from a small organism's perspective--to them, a garden hose spraying water is nothing short of majestic, but it's something that we take for granted. I like how you weaved your musings with what your senses perceived as you drove. The picture fits this story very well, also.

[Poeticadia]

Intriguing to think what is beyond our senses and our limited human comprehension of the world. A poetically expressed thought... i like particularly like "I am too unmade, too human."

[Judy Ponceby]

P.S. Don't take pictures when you are driving! :D Just sayin'

[Judy Ponceby]

Brilliant wanderings of the mind. :) I think the pictures add to what you are trying to capture and you should continue in my opinion. I believe we only experience part of the vastness of what exists, but we can use our knowledge and creativity and intelligence to know more, learn more and experience more than what is plainly before us. Your comparison of humans to a blind man is intriguing. His heightened senses will compensate him for his loss of vision, and he will experience things we cannot. Fascinating write Ben. Keep up the great work. :) Is it Inpenetrable or Im?? not sure, and do you mean it to be that as an inquiry into the insensate?? :) Hmmmmmmmm