Mint

Through the prism of one’s eye

-…I sometimes wonder how strange it is that we look at the same thing and see it differently.
-You mean My mint is not your mint theory?
-What? No. I meant based on that research that everyone’s perception of red might be different.
-That’s what I said. Mint is a colour.
-Ok, but I meant if you go on with the theory, then you might see let’s say my knee in the form I associate with my penis.
-That’s what I said. Mint exists in many shapes and sizes.
-Which one of those did you mean then, you couldn’t foresee the trail of this conversation.
-The one I used. My mint is not your mint. That sentence envelops many theories. The healthy brain though, works exactly the same, never mind the head it is in.
-What does that mean?
-That my mint is not your mint. The very core of that sentence.