Dimensions, those intriguing things
That carve the world in slices plane
Can be as many as one likes
Just playthings of the human brain.
Our eyes see only two, that’s plain
As images in rods and cones
That in the brain become then three
The how and why remain unknowns.
These images are upside down
And left is right as well of course
Inside our heads in rapid time
Is reproduced an outside source.
It would seem useful to see depth
To gauge the distance of the prey
Or set the stage when danger comes
And give us time to turn away.
A world in three dimensions formed
A place in which we live and die
Where dreams are made and hopes are dashed
A bed in which each one must lie.
What’s really there hides from our eyes
As all we see is second hand
Interpreted in unknown ways
By something not at our command.
But must our brain this process learn
While bathing in that childhood bliss
Or is it brought from mother’s womb
A gift bestowed by Nature’s kiss?
The answer we may never know
But of one thing I’m very sure
The world is what we make of it
As long, my friends, as we endure.
