thems prehistoric innards

 On the rare occasion I encounter a unique and genuine person. I'm talking about the type of person that appears to be from outside the influence of modern life.  It's like the memory of a place.  It is right here where we are but it has become invisible. When a person from there becomes visible to us a realization of that place is familiar. Life prepares people to live in the modern realm, to be greedy, to be envious, to be dominant. All the traits that prevent a robust life experience. Trying to make sense of explanations that don't explain anything. Explanations created by beings with hatred. Why you maybe be wondering would anyone do that. Why would anyone use a tire pump to inflate their ego. An ego with a slow leak. Constantly needing to be reinflated. No attempt to patch the hole. Distracted by watching the pressure gauge is a good enough reason to continue the cycle. Knowing what to expect, and the task of keeping the pressure at the right level. Mesmerized through eternity.