There is me in every she and he and we.

Eyes are made of cries and sighs and also highs and sometimes lies.

We crack perception’s door, then slam it on reality’s foot.

The more accurate the perception the more obvious the imperfection.

We meld our maze and map to match.

Self-perception loves deception.

The leaning tower of perception will one day fall to the facts.

We are what we can’t see.

What we don’t percieve, we invent.

Constancy is perception’s best friend.

Reality is dark; perception is a flashlight.

Those who don’t trust their eyes will fall down in broad daylight.

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