The Compassion of Awareness

July 14, 2026

As mouths move and voices stir, I wonder how blood can flow so differently. What rapt endeavor chose a single divergent path amongst the throng? Is it the location of ears upon varying heads that cause completely different brain patterns? Like a fine wine, does age and complexity matter?

I sit uncomfortable, listening. Digesting. Utterly and completely bewildered. Devaluing the academic surplus of diploma after diploma, and chastising my own ego for even pondering such ludicrousness. Perhaps such differences are merely the rudimentary reassurances that life will continue. How ironic that my own will not.

Could I? Would I? Might I dare to breed? Rather I run screaming into the hills, and thank my good fortune for a vast ineptitude of obedience and fertility. Rather I rot alone than succumb to the mindless drivel that continues to flood a far too familiar space, demanding I concede spark for stunted awareness and altered communication. Rather I fade from the Polaroid far too defined.

I smile, humored, informed my value is beyond the heights I refuse to scale. My lips quirk at dating advice that turns my stomach to even contemplate. I agree, most expectedly, that I'm a rather droll and unexciting person. My soul and well-being is prayed for. Might a god place his hand upon me in influence and esteem. My eyes twinkle at such a thought, for such an entity would surely find themselves elated by my presence. I keep it to myself. Needing to explain one's humor ruins the joy.

Off I go. Another congruence survived. Could it be this nightmare is never to be awakened from?