All Is One
Realism is achieved by using the painstaking method
Of trial and error, a palette of shading and proportions.
The search for perfection, an artist tries to capture the image
Constantly tweaking value after value.
A heap of tangled wires, fuses and grommets,
A potential fire hazard to anyone, but not to an electrician.
To the layman this would be quite the conundrum,
The electrician can find its solution.
Now the computer will work,
And the air conditioner will work too.
A chef attempts to find order in confusion.
A chef is the anchor, keel and sail.
Every dish must have the look, the color, the taste.
Despite the disaster in the dining hall,
The kitchen is kept shipshape.
Streams of blood and a screech of fright.
The tragic event, a loss of limb.
In walks the surgeon like a knight in the storm,
A different age another time
They might have called you lefty or righty,
Now it almost works like new.
They cannot step into each others shoes,
Be lost to which brush to rise,
Which wire to snip, which sauce to use.
But they all seek for the peak of perfections,
In the worlds that they rule.
To find the answers, they keep looking,
And even though they may never see it,
The wise one would know:
That they are like us, we are like them.
Never all the answers, always an eye on the horizon.
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