"it's cloudy outside but sunny inside"

it isn't actually - it's sunny both inside and outside, but that's what my friend's alarm used to say every morning back in middle school. earlier today, i read the poem on a's blog that began with "morning has broken", and thought about my own post below with the line, "and morning will be here once again." as i commented to her, it is just a matter of perspective, is it not?

it is intriguing, really, how what goes on on the outside is always so different from what goes on within. is it possible, though, to make ourselves so porous that there is no outside-inside duality? that what is inside is outside, and what is outside inside? this sounds rather abstract. what i really allude to is that shield of perception that creates that 'hairbreadth of distinction', that brings us to judge, to select and reject. we can do away with it entirely, can we not?