~ Major blue empty: first listen to the weather pattern; the scaffolding remains, but the holding songs of color are threadbare; simulacra of imperfection simply swirls like seagrass, a pointillist matrix of rainfall rustles gathering scene -- nothing stands on its own initially; but after a few localized moments it collects to articulate this silence, as each sound looms and subsides in the garden of selective speculation. ~
I went to my friend almost afraid to expose the need I found as I read the book, not knowing if he would be deaf to it. As I spoke of my father who was not there to show his boy how to be a man I recounted my losses and the load of grief I felt.
My sadness clung to me a heavy suit of chainmail on a dark knight. I could feel my face drooping in lamentation unable to be the smiling grinning buddy I normally brought to the room.
Seemingly unable to enter into my pain, my friend, a man of great intellect, character and conviction, responded only with a litany of his own. I tried to listen but my burden made it a mighty climb.
Now I know my pal is only human and I am wrestling with my self sweating MY deafness.
Social introverts and a shy extroverts. Dyslectics grading better in spelling. Deaf children who know more words. People with anxiety better at selling.
Kids with ADHD who are more calm. Autistics who can relate better. Paralysed people able to feel their palm. A blind person ready to read every letter.
Who could guess their equality. Could you imagine, you can't tell 'em appart? Who could even think of such a society. Just look at this, humanity's piece of art!
Who could imagine I'm one of ''them''. One alike you and the rest of this place. For we all are a different kind of gem. All shining in our own simple grace.
If there's a ''them'' and there's an ''us''. But none can tell one from another. Is there a ''them'' at all, thus. Then why a ''them'', it's only a bother.
What is disabled these days. After studying the brain and the basics of psychology, all I've ever learned is that we know nothing. Why make a different if we're all the same. And why, when we're all so different, group people who are alike, because no one is a copy of another, yet no one is different at all.