An excerpt from Fools & Naked People - Michael

An excerpt from Fools & Naked People - Michael

People create neatly labeled boxes to store others inside and shelve them in a place where they cannot become a nuisance to society. They fail to understand there are no lines to delineate between one thing and another. Quantum physics supports this theory, but unfortunately your average person rarely whips out a book attempting to explain the universe. Even quantum physics comes up short of understanding the universes are infinite and all realms exist simultaneously and can be seen when peering from the third eye. When this occurs, life becomes a magical place to be where all things are possible and suffering is not optional.

My box is a large house with six residents and a caretaker named Plato, who makes sure we all take our medicine and arrive at work on time. Occasionally, I step into Plato’s mind and dig through his thoughts, which I find to be jumbled and nonsensical. He worries incessantly about a gerbil named Clyde he houses in a cage. Clyde refuses to accept the affection from a large man who keeps him locked up with nothing to play with except a Ferris wheel and a few bells hanging from the sides. I know exactly how he feels. Sometimes, the urge to follow Plato home overtakes me and I find myself in Plato’s bedroom letting out his gerbil to run around the house. After freeing Clyde several times, I decided to bring him to the residence and let him run around the big house. The day Plato saw his gerbil happily scurrying through the living room, he collapsed into a bundle of nerves and had to be taken to the hospital where they sedated him using pills similar to the ones he gave us. A week later, he returned and life went on as usual, except Clyde became a permanent fixture, enjoying the view through the backyard window while perched on the arm of the couch.

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