HOW MANY ANGELS CAN DANCE ON THE HEAD OF A PIN?

BEAUTIFUL MINDS

A good book and solitude is all that a true genius needs, all we need to change the world. Lesser minds are often times a useful comfort that we are indulged , so important yet so dull in their part as the passengers on for the ride. I mean no disrespect, we just play different parts in this grand play. You get your happy, complete satisfying lives, get married, have two and a half children and your white picket fence. Maybe if you're lucky you get a garden and a backyard with a little pool, a dog and a cat, just for extra comfort. You grow old and die semi-happy people in the shadow of our grandeur, its just how it works, how it's always worked. 

So i have my book, 'Thermodynamics For the extraordinary learner' and my solitude. I suppose it may seem odd to some that I'm sat atop a roof, give or take a foot from the edge, headphones on and a stern expression to complete the look of a visionary. This supposition supported by the vaguely irritating stares from passers by who in momentary psychopathy imagine the result of a deathly fall down four floors before shrugging it off and moving on to more pressing matters like what to have for lunch, Chips and sausages or chips and samosas. The motions from surprise at the rare sight of a death wish incarnate to genuine care to short-lived psychopathic visions to apathy are the only things that have ever interested me of the cardboard cut outs of people these dancing wind-up-monkeys had  turned themselves into. Dressed in matching clothes, eating the same, walking and talking in the same incoherent way about essentially nothing. Ugh..... Sucks to be you.

Books are interesting, i can always see what will pop out from a mile away but it still excites me to see it happen, to come along with the writer as they gradually, in their own unique way, come to an ineffable conclusion that is never surprising but always intriguing, the little threads they tug on to reach this inevitable conclusion, how beautifully the threads weave together. Now that is creativity, that is beauty. It is in movies and construction, these are the works of genius minds, gifted minds. Their products are jarringly beautiful so the minds behind them must be equally gorgeous, equally magnificent. How do these blundering idiots not see that?

Books are however not just interesting, they are lenses into the realities of the world, they show us the many things that lay beyond simple vision. A good read of an anatomy book and some basic mechanics was enough for me to watch and think, for me to watch a man phone-to-ear try to cross the busy highway unaware of the motorcycle in near flight as it raced toward him, to think of how hard a quarter ton motorcycle would hit him, how much it would hurt when his bones shattered , how far away he and the helmet-less rider would be tossed and how long it would take before the multiple points of trauma would end both their lives. The book on psychology gave me a pretty good idea of what might have been wrong when I felt just a tad disappointed ,momentarily of course, when the rider swerved in just the right way and the man stopped at just the right moment to prevent me from confirming at least some of my thoughts.

In all honesty there is only one person who truly interests me, who resides constantly at the back of my head like a lingering scent or one of those annoying ear worms. Baffling she is, magnificent in as many ways as you could imagine. She stops to greet me every day before she walks away. As i ponder at the thoughtful stare she gives me before walking away, she ponders back, i can see it in her eyes, her big brown eyes, a bit too big perhaps, i can see it in her stance as she watches me watch her. She is different, you can see it in the little things, a woman after may own heart. 

"what are you reading today?" 

A passing question she needn't ask yet still must for the sake of conversation or habit or both or none, I truly don't know. Baffling indeed she ease my dear Regina, Queen indeed.