San Francisco, Ca – Union Square
Bill wondered when his mother would stop talking long enough for him to interject with a lie about needing to go because he was walking into a library. He was getting antsy to continue pitying himself for having no one to talk to.
Ling wasn’t thinking about much at all as she hurried along, careful not to make eye contact with anyone. Even at this clip she would only end up burning a fraction of the calories she slurped from her second Big Gulp of the morning.
Madelyn thought about Bill, Ling and just about everything else.
You see, Madelyn has a giant soul.
For those that will want to contest the possibility of a soul, can we just agree that everyone is powered by energy, and since energy cannot be destroyed, once our meat husk fails, that energy will be absorbed back into the ether, cosmic power grid and/or The Matrix? Then let’s agree to call this energy your soul.
Right. Now that everyone has a soul….
Madelyn was pretty and fit. She obviously understood the benefits of consuming plant matter and other meat husks in moderation to fuel the vehicle of her soul. The heavy machinery that gets us from point A to B and coffee from point C to D, where D equals my mouth.
As for more meaningful growth, it is widely accepted by Madelyn, that we are fueled by experience and reflection.
She watched her worldly neighbors rush through their lives, on the same path to the same places with the same thoughts they experience every day. Standing in front of the mirror about the only reflection any of them could claim.
Musing over their individual gaits, some fast and some faster, she could see the majority were people that spent very little time pondering the what, why, who and how’s going on about them. If souls are indeed fueled by experience and reflection then these souls were malnourished.
Short stunted souls.
It is because of these very observations that Madelyn is a giant soul. Even though she was sitting she was clearly towering above the heads of the short little souls scampering around her. She watched as they passed and with each one she grew taller. Brighter. We watched her as she watched them, absorbing their experiences as her own.
While everyone else milled about with a single-minded focus, Madelyn took in everything. Including a hard-to-miss titanic soul across the square, reading an old book imparting memories left behind by another.
She even saw us. Her smile said, “Hello. Nice to meet you. Aren’t we having a great time?”
Watching Madelyn watch others was a personally eye-opening experience. Even though everyone else seemed to be getting more done in a physical sense, her pensive stillness defied the urgency within the sea of bodies around her. It allowed her to consume information at an exponentially quicker rate.
Without really moving she was experiencing more than the people nearby. Learning more. Growing more.
Or she could have been an assassin conducting research on a mark. I haven’t made up my mind yet.
[Story inspired by Art]