Can you hear the voices? , can you hear the sounds? , can you hear those humans when they come around? . As I moved through the crowd I felt suffocated, it was like I couldn't breathe, like I needed to hurt myself to feel at ease; a terrible feeling indeed. Walking through this crowd I felt like I was facing Lions in their den, in reality I didn't have the courage to do it, but I had to because I had a greater fear. Fear?, I don't do fear! , at least that's what I tell myself. Always trying to make myself look invincible, but in truth I fear they will just see through me.
As I passed, these thoughts went through my mind, thoughts of wisdom and thoughts of anxiety, the feeling of suffocation thinking of notoriety, I just want to bury my head as I can't decipher the thoughts of society.
Then I pass, a sense of calm washes through my body; feeling of relief and peace. I sighed and took a deep breath, I could now wallow in solitude enjoying the peace and quietness in my self-confinement. But I wonder, why do I operate with such mechanism? , why do I harbor such thoughts and feelings?, have I gone insane? Or is this just a phase. These questions kept boggling my mind, I thought as my sister woke me from my stroll in Wonderland. "What should we eat?" she said, I gave her a deep stare like I had just woken up from a coma, she asked again "What should we eat?". "What's in the house?" I said, and there we were again, two grown ups arguing about what to eat when we have surplus in the house, the same old story; just another day. And then as I tried to solve the mystery and question that had so much boggled my mind... I stopped! ," You stopped?" "Yes I said I stopped dummy!" "So that means you have an answer to those questions you so much wanted to find?", silence hugged my mind, I hadn't found an answer. The cricket chirped and there I was writing, answering the questions that I asked myself, 'of course not that one, another one, the ones that matter most'. Using the mechanism with which I operate, I write philosophies. Philosophies of being, man's existence, the purpose of man and the world, a touch of political, social, and Metaphysical Philosophy. When I write such wonder that will heal billions of men, indeed I smile and say to myself "The mechanism I don't understand is a sacrifice I have to pay for the good of mankind".
Future me!, did I find the answer at the end of this book?... (Crickets Chirp), well I guess we won't know until we reach the last chapter.