When I sit alone and meditate
upon the ultimates of life and death
I often often come to think
that all who think must think as I
Consider, I say unto myself,
Consider, this is so plain straight-forward
that no one who has intelligence
could see a plainer way
I convince myself of my own thoughts
I exclude the words of others
I make myself omnibus
And I am happy in exclusion

But then, something will strike out at me
As when I view the abstract painting
In some museum of art
In some museum where I know the art
Is chosen by a finely-appreciative people
I am left with nothingness to guide me
My mind and thinking fail me
My ego suffers a death in life
For here is the work of another mind
Whose expression is so far from me
That I cannot bear to hear it praised

And I say unto myself, flee from this place
Return unto your own familiar existence
And live secure within yourself
And I run and run and seek my own well-knowns
Converse with those who suffer my pride
And avoid the greater minds.

Terri Powell Haight: It is a small world indeed for one who cannot step outside his own shoes.

Lisa Comperry: I love the greater and different minds ... You are one of them ... I have experienced awesome encouragement and support for what I have reached out to express in my photography ... Reaching out is what makes us live our lives in a colorful way :-)