We make a step.
Then two. But never alike. There is so much space and planar geometry to consider.
Those drawn from points and lines, making conclusive statements from their biases in plain “right and wrong”
If x then y. Then straight ahead.
They are the ones inconsiderate of the spherical or the enveloping things about intervening axes and overlapped arcs.
Sometimes our way becomes brambled and thick with their branches.
It’s a crowd that crossed our path with felled reasoning, their limbs mangled in the present disagreements, All attempting to move forward.
We can go around it if we choose. We can scale the brush if we desire.
We may assist the ones blocking with compassion, convincing them to move another way.
Yet, the wisdom of stick people is to pile on, despite all admonishments, losing ourselves in the entanglements, rather than consider the spatial options.
We make a step, then two…