What stories are we constantly telling
about every thing and every situation around us?
One thing is like another
In that I may have thoughts about any given thing.
Say there is a slender brightly-colored stick
About the length of the span
Between the tip of my little finger,
And that of my thumb when all fingers are spread wide apart.
This stick is flat on both sides with little tufts of stiff bristle
On the flat side of one end…
It is just the thing needed to scrub enamel-coated dentin in the mouth,
If you had only ever seen a toothbrush being used to flick paint
Would you not refer to it as a paint-flicking brush?
Labels limit understanding and possibility.