23: A short soliloquy by a fictitious nobody.

I recently got to thinking on the potential that lies behind human imagination and creativity. And instead of going about such a task in a way that any rational entity with a preexisting set of societal norms placed on them (i.e. A sane person), I created a fictional character to have a monologue with himself  that discusses the free-floating ideas that were surfacing in the muddled swamp of my mind as if he thought of them. Without any more ado or further psychological confusion, here is what I (as narrated by Marcus) came up with.


Everyone walks around on the pavement and they hear their footsteps and they see the light glinting off the glass windows and that's all that is there for them at that point. Do you see? They have what they're looking for because what they're looking for is already right in front of them.

But there are handfuls of people who are walking around in those crowds and on those streets or roads that hear something else when they walk, feel something. They look through the light reflecting on the glass and see something totally different. And it may not even exist, it may not even be possible.

Take about two thirds of those people away and discount them because the rest of the world convinces them that what they see isn't there and what they hear is just shuffling, and what you come away with are the people who find the unfindable.

Cause when it all comes down to it, there are two kinds of people in the world.
There are people who see the world for what it is. They will live in it.

There are people who see the world for what it could be. They will live in it. -Marcus Franz





Hope that train of thought wasn't too confusing.