Everyone but I thought someone saw. A curious profession as a scientist, but the only thing ever questioned or swallowed was my breakfast.
What would you like to know doc?.. what I had for breakfast or would you like an essay instead.... ?
Got up today for breakfast-a fast break- before retiring back to bed until my next meal of breakfast cereal.
It's a hard life as I gazed at the crumbs in my cereal bowl and went back to my warm bed-for bliss full enjoyment and hedonistc gratification. Beats?.. And I've no complaint less missed daily responsibilities where I had been called
indispensible as I dozed at work -a sign lay over my head read "quiet genious at work. I pick up my pay check tomorrow-stretched my arms at signs of early dawn and proceeded towards the payroll office. Grew heavy at about lunch time and found an empty couch in the student union-stretched out a little worried of being absent, but after a few months of this routine grew secure with the situation.
A quartet played Dvorak's American Quartet(I suppose just practicing in the alumni hall-a fellow read a book walking in circles around the area and for an hour, mumbling and eccentric, seemed to walk off. still reading, into a long hallway to disappear into the vague distance, book still in hand. Ignorance and nothingness but myself seem to walk into my mind. Whispers heard from across the hundred foot hall, transmitted as if actually near and present, penetrated the quietness of my sleep, Had to get my applications for graduate school ready-check out the best school with a consideration for certain stringencies and tone I dreaded that I already might had survived in my current employment siesta. Needed a good country setting with no excessive indications of either "it's easy and anyone can please us" or we'll tack you thumbs up if our standards are compromised-only the best of students". I knew neither one was good for my intended plans-and was already getting sleepy. "you dont have to hand in home work if you get 100's, on the exams or come to class if you do well on the exams." Changes when i had everything in its' right place where I was, always made me very apprehenive-like the feelings I had in high school the hour before gym class, especially when track was on the schedule-but did well there too. Never though liked being too wide awake-running wasn't too much of a challange, my good grades I felt an accomplishemnt, was called indispensible although I never comprehended the reasoning; the persons were quite serious about it-I knew myself 100% of the remainder of the personnell put in much longer hours, had a better attitude towards the tasks and work, and kept a very rigorous schedule.
As I ventured on, leaving these days in my thoghts behind me I knew of more days where the deficit of my work habits added to the deficit of my efficiency and work volume not only drew me no mention, notice or criticism but separately was considered an honored and value contributor-you might say(have to say if I did anything at all) that I did it all in my sleep- an open school I think with a place for everyone including a genious who does all his work in his sleep and was greatly appreciated. But dont ask me what I did, I was not only asleep at the time, was unaware of being any more intelligent than the others, my awake time work was self conceived and respected but not exceptional. Maybe I solved departmental problems just in my living habits and creation. (they couldn't get me in New York over a five year period, I was on the elevator when they were searching the stairways, got off the third floor after traveling to the forth floor consistently for four years where they awaited. Went in late rushing across town the day classes were altered temporarily when I was expected elsewhere. In the ageing lab(mine own enemies began to heroize me as an expert in longevity and an altruist beyond comparision-a person beyond provocation-an osmotic mind), Where I worked even men with rubber hoses, the armed, security violators, came and left with no damages. The fellow in pajamas who roamed the corridors at night with "no place to stay" found always an alternative. The mafia boss in his pinned striped protection racquet on the street corners laughed violently as I passed, his cigar flying out of his mouth-"hello police"-.... "wait there and let me know when they drive (their get away car) out of riverside park)"...It didnt wind up floatin' in the river though.
I dont know what was observed of me, earned a salary, free vacation, days off, short hours, and a Ph.D that later takes me on a walking tour through the personalities, thoughts and discourses of humanity and civilization.
TO BE CONTINUED....
How long can a truth sleep if I was not awake to know what it was?.
None of the police who arrested me knew, none of the shopkeepers who evicted me understood a word I spoke. Maybe I can figure it out. A thug gets arrested- a shoplifter gets evicted-were the police and shopkeepers asleep also a a parcel to the sleeping truth?.... Certainly something funny going on. A statement of the possible greed and corruption of people-what not to do should people be watching. Are we all over exposed, lost in self lie, iis this a world history show centered around myself. Are a thousand others' frauds only when they are awake?
Make sense of this nonsense, and the cents of dollar bills turns into common sense.
I should be rich, a thinking truth- a wishfullness for my wellness -being a thoughtfull thinker. I should submitt a payment on demand bill for all the silent doe's doings, their leavings wont fill my ATM card or pay the grocery bills. Even the assumed parties in a mass protest or revolt have to eat and their leaving wont pay their bills either or did they "split and reinvest their future profits." If we scoop the streets today of this philosophers moral rheterics; hoard the loafers wisdoms, tomorrows words of prayer- waking theory has our tax exemptions and capital gains multiplying faster than a bottomless well can empty. A battle of mass vs gravity(from which it eminates). The earth tugs on the moon-mars on jupiter, the gravity of mars has to do with only jupiter-but if a person were to think about it also glues our own heads together- A no name like myself could not have the pull to handle a mass like that. A sneaky rubber band trick at the road block and, looking back, no one sees them all there where I left 'em hung up in a perfect line, with the superglue headmans' head suspensions, under the passes and alongs the ways, I thoughtfully reflect upon as bridges to tomorrow. What has fourteen feet and spans a road?-all lucky seven hundred of the genious, calculating, stretched resources and social services pilferers....been better off saving nickles and dimes like myself.
To be continued...
Odd as nature have it, all of our perfect philosophical circles that exist only on paper, have us forgetting our perplexities to accept fill-in substitute answers as we travel those long unknown and winding roads. Ill read time science tonight for the brief on world poverty, disease, soon to come coming attractions of my better life. Abstraction of and from parts of thing with plans for parts of other things-the cloning of dead ends, non circular clock faces and one of 10,000 gears that barely fits a working tolerance compared the the lopsided rest. Who wouldn't reach for his pillow, pajamas for a long siesta-maybe it'll all go away when I wake up-
Ffrom breakfast crumbs to gormet shangra=la where i occupy the same breathing space as everyone else who can't see the end of the road. Pushed iback into bed on rising intentionally by those with enough fairness insight and virtue to see to an income and occupation. Aint crumbs they was eyeing anymore than I wasn't used to them as ordinary among all men.
As these circles of nature go and a multitude of eccentric impressions upon my life , my perspectives came to eccentric conceptions of forms that added up only to exact farfetched logic at every corner turn and authoritative coercion. "I think it was by osmosis" stated my mentor dryly as I was asked how I conceived my thesis work. At time he could hardly but mumble my last name a quiet voice someone had added a poisoning word to. Had driven some one crazy if over time it had come true that both my mind and theirs made these same connections, but I wasn't ever there when their noses were out on the town hunting.
.. as these circles of nature go.. I cetainly hadnt much getup and go, it all got up and went when everyone else was out; "left out" sometimes more of the time than other times. my perplexities had no soothing, short answers, or multiple choice solutions. A walking thermometer of the times for everything from street crumbs, to the affluent rich pastry party goers. Were all just born in the same crummy imperfect suits anyways and aint a one of them didnt know it in the dark corners, poorly lit halls, private lunch dates, secret meetings (of which I had only one but assume and see all those pretty faces in the same light). A circular world of conceptions and relating relations not odd to anyones eyes as having any possible convergeing mean had brought upon myself a social repression, constant coercions by authorities claiming to be only puzzled, had consumed my time, filtered though my reflections to remember base urges of those not seem exactly wholesome. A lesser person would had closed his open eyes, sold his virtue to a standard concensus without the existance, trace of any challange from any perspective to the same. Faith...have faith in people, they have their own problems, as it seemed they created more rain in my life day to day. Yet I could not of related to a single perception of my situation..
"Your mixed up" and I though about that for a while with again no short cut to possibly deceive myself with the framework or that lecture.
I went again back to sleep. Crumbs for breakfast, crumbs for lunch, crumbs for dinner and crumbs all over my bed, need cleaning regularly to sleep comfortably. And was awoken one day to a mans conception that the inside of something could be found from observations of the behavoir and form of a lot of things... the cell for instance, or an organism and began to form my own perceptions of somethings from this simple generalization. If crumbs were getting me, then it was crumbs on earth causing the problem, If everything in my life was part of a frame then frames were the problem. If everything in my eyes was unique and common in intercourse then there was something unique in mine eyes-and all my oppression rolled off, all my failures rolled off. If people were swallowing things, breakfast, lunch and dinner, it was the whole frame(s),coercions, and oppressions repressions of crumbs had been swallowed alive.
An eccentric and invisable truth had formed upon my life that I deduced need a general audience for it's profound meaning.
Awake and back to my siesta, as life goes also that I had come of grown habit to be found more of the time snoozing than not.
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Got up today for breakfast-a fast break- before retiring back to bed until my next meal of breakfast cereal.
