The sharpness of truth beyond the blur

Standing alone at the edge of a not-so-virgin forest, all I really see is nothing but a blur of connected shapes and colors. I know what I am seeing, and I know the vivid reality that it represents. And yet, I find it hard to grasp the faithfulness of what is actually laid bare in my line of sight. Beyond the fundamental realm of the real world, and above the theatricality of anything, from the trees to the sunset, in my mind’s eye, the sharpness of truth is a slice that is just somewhere there.