The Prince It happened so quickly. Piercing our consciousness, our anxiety, disbelief; our fuel for the unknown and quenching it. The news made sure to send every available van, reporter, producer, and cameraman to the site. Which was already heavy ...
It happened so quickly. Piercing our consciousness, our anxiety, disbelief; our fuel for the unknown and quenching it. The news made sure to send every available van, reporter, producer, and cameraman to the site. Which was already heavy crowded with pedestrians vying for a glimpse into history, to capture the moment through their phones without even thinking, blindly tapping away, forgetting to process the moment with their own eyes. So few realized what was happening, it was just another day in the Hollywoodland. Lights, camera, action in one swift movement. No pause, or time for a retake.
The government believed they had the right to first encounter but what they don’t realize is that this isn’t a state, nation, city, governing body event. It was a human event, one that would level us all as one, something that politicians attempt to erase from our minds. The overwhelming fact that all of our flesh is the same, the bones, the cells and carbon based platform that we call our body. We are all a unifying theme in a world without meaning, and while government attempts to cover this conspiracy we need events, anomalies of consciousness to break into our soul and rapture the dreadful feeling of being alone.
It was strange seeing a being happy. Emanating it. It was exactly like you would expect it would happen. We come in peace. We mean you no harm. But it wasn’t said, it was flowing from the core of this being. I don’t know if any of us have ever seen a two-legged companion glow with this kind of happiness, maybe it wasn’t happiness but something deeper, stronger, improved.
The social media aspect of it was strange. It just looked like light. People saw a field, a metallic looking object, and in the area of the doorway, if we could call it that, was light. Which was strange since we all saw him. Clear as day in the middle of the night. His name was Adam for completely obvious biblical reasons. Go figure.
In a way I was scared. I don’t know why, there was nothing to fear. It said it, emanated it. Why was I scared? Was I slowly realizing the fact that we are not alone, something that you can legitimately call a fact now. You could say that you would find comfort in this. You could feel the relief strip of your shoulders but I couldn’t. I believed but now I believed in anxiety. And we were at the point where we starting to fear it. Even the government knew something was wrong. They wouldn’t shoot it though. We knew that because we heard one of the guys with a flat dictator hat say not to fire. So they were dictated not to and did not.
Where had he come from? Was this the end? Was he to bring it? Was it even a he or am I just projecting? I never asked any woman around me. What if we all saw what we wanted that day or that he did that to us? I’ve found myself staring into the ceiling for days wondering what all this means to me.
How selfish, you lay there thinking only of you in a time of worldwide panic, fear, and happiness. What do you think everyone else is going through? How is it that a global event like this, only leads to a selfish impulse to evaluate your own life and position in it?
I guess I hadn’t thought of it that way.
You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t find the need to reach out and touch people and be genuinely concerned about their well-being.
But no one did that for me?
Who am I talking to? The rationalizing in my head always leads to this strange dialogue that I have with myself. It’s as if the default setting is an over analytical psychologist in me which finds a way to combat one side of thinking and penetrates the thoughts, hijacks. How arrogant.
He left, just like that. no interference. No stopping him. We didn’t feel the need. The whole world experienced it and no one said a word. Complete silence on the planet.
It doesn’t seem like much has changed since. It just gave us a chance to think about something other than ourselves.
And yet you still find a way to think only of yourself.