252. September 9th
Looking through dirty glass,
Everything I see is blurred.
A fuzzy image of the world,
Blocking out things from my view.
By narrowing the scope you see through,
The world appears different.
A marred version of the earth you know,
A sketchy copy of the original.
By learning more you broaden your view,
And see more than before.
For though you look at the same thing, you
Understand new things about it.