0270 Strange Day (For Dw)

You’re walking down the street in the usual way when you catch someone’s passing gaze and just like that you suddenly hear all their inner thoughts – non-stop, all over the place: good ones, bad ones, a cacophony of stuff, you wonder why they don’t go mad with it – you look at them, they look quite normal, unconcerned… then you look at someone else – the same thing happens; what can you do for them? You can’t start to talk to everyone about their thoughts all the time, you’d go mad yourself… what makes them like this? What are they all looking for that they have to do all this thinking? Suddenly you feel tremendously sorry that they should be like this; you’re overwhelmed with –- compassion - for the human race, that all this stuff should get in the way of – what? and as you walk, slower now, trying to hide the flood of tears and feeling some sort of holy idiot, glorious and embarrassed at the same time, the terrible chaos of those thoughts goes quiet, peaceful, silent, still, and now you feel light and full of light, and loving what you see in them yes all of them, as if you’d never felt any other way and you’re so sure of this, that you’ll always know how to tell them, some way, too that this is how they really are it’s all so obvious