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I found
myself in a pasture of flowers. There were red, yellow and orange; far and wide. Sure, there was some green and maybe some brown. I spotted something out of the average, comparable in some ways, but unlike. How could a blue flower; be encircled by so many dissimilar. I became fanatical to find another or another alteration in the model. I rummage around through the field, discovering sporadic whites and pinks. I found patches where there where nothing at all; still, no blue. How can it be; that only one could exist in this pasture? Was it a mutation or a freak of nature? Then; I have to admit that it is not an unheard of phenomenon to me. I have seen this before; or rather, observed this differentiation before. I have been probing enthusiastically for someone similar to me. I have found attuned individualities; but nothing blue. Is there something freakish about me? I search further a field in this meadow, more heading home than searching. There it was; estranged, but it subsists; a second blue flower. Optimism filled me; anticipation of a match… I shift nearer, transposing the many colours that envelop it. No! It’s purple… well, I have seen no other; what a forlorn flower. Should I search further? I am sure to uncover another incomparable flower or at least couple the friendless. It is plain that the masses may appear equivalent, but it obscures what is matchless. The extraordinary shout out, “I am a flower”; but they are never truly alike flowers. Isn’t our situation alike these flowers? |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |