Story with No Title.  Day 30 a few hours plus 57 minutes later

 

 

So… I’m a bit cooler now, definitely below boiling.  Blood pressure is back in normal range and pulse steady.  Don’t know why that got to me that way.  Just one of those things, I suppose.  Using my Tolstoy perspective, it was my natural connection: “One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken.”

 

I recognize that no harm was intended; only the amusement of those for whom he performed.  And, in fact, they were amused and amazed, and therefore successful in his planned presentation.  They watched as he brought the fly back to life – but it was only a fly – an amusing, but not transforming, accomplishment.  More something in the realm of ‘how did he do that?’

 

I understand.

 

And yet his audience was bigger than he envisioned, much bigger.  For it included the various passersby, attracted by the gathering crowd; it included the passing cars on the road; it included birds on nearby wires; it included the bits of paper tumbling down the street; it included the wind and the air and the oxygen and the nitrogen; it included trees and the grasses; it included stars, just starting to show in the darkening skies; it included the entire fucking universe.  And it included me.  The ‘me’ who saw something very different than what he intended.

 

Bastard.