We are objects of the invisible,
So what we see is naught.
What we think is who we are,
Beyond, with danger fraught.
Invisibly, we think and move,
Manifest out where we see.
Every physical thing observed
has invention just to be.
What we do is who we are,
Reduction, simplicity, deed.
As we know, we're becoming more:
Greatness is in the seed.
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