The hexagonal Philosophy

It was a cool afternoon....I was staring at my roof endlessly...lost in my own thoughts.
The series of events that had occured earlier that morning were roaming in my head.
I was feeling as if the whole world's against me, not even a single thing was going right.
My gaze moved from the roof and stalled over the ball, that ball.....it had pentagons all over it....the dim light in room was making everything hazy....bringing a bit of mysterious tint to everything.
I felt the same about those pentagons over the ball, mysterious, as if something deep lied in them..and then... I realized...it wasnt the pentagons....there were hidden hexagons in it....over primary look..you would see the pentagons over a football...but deeply..there are hexagons..
There..in that football..arose a philosophy.
Every man is a philosopher, life makes him so. And life's all about seeing the unseen, feeling the unfelt...searching the hidden....that's what those hexagons were doing, hiding from actual scene but yet, they were there...at that place to give rise to .....The Hexagonal Philosophy.....
The end.

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