Clues Everywhere

Even silhouettes can betray demeanor. The recesses of light's absence as revealing as its presence. Clues everywhere. Where are the attending eyes? One would assume at least the curious or desperate would show up.
Short-sighted or possibly overwhelmed, we abruptly give up at the perimeter of perceived reality and consequently cede its interpretation to others. We feel powerless and/or victimized within the confines of that interpretation, but never come to terms with the mortal blow we dealt ourselves by standing at the periphery working only with what we are handed. How often does our own passivity become our most active weapon against ourselves?