People

People. The concept is truly mind-boggling. That these bodies around me carry thoughts, pasts, futures, neatly packaged inside their own skulls. And in those skulls, worlds as vast as mine, universe upon universe upon universe within a few cubic centimeters here, another few there, and a paltry few here, ringing between my ears. Worlds without number. Unfathomable. The intertwines, the overlaps, the skips, the foibles, the misconceptions, the false perceptions. The power. The shock waves caused by single thoughts, single actions, single words. The motives, the buildups to cataclysmic events. Each life a drop of water on a smooth pond, radiating ripples and repercussions until the pond foams, rushes, leaps its bounds. Until the pond is nothing more than a blur of movement and imperfect reflections.
And outside it all: reality. Separate, divided, distinct from its flat reflection in inner space. And yet inside it all, incorporated in everything; living, breathing, growing in the wavy perceptions of tear drops on mirrors, in the ringing thunder of silence, the intangible reality.