I am walking down the street feeling pleased with the knowledge that the world revolves around me... As I contemplate the axis of the universe changing with my every step, I become very aware of subtle changes in the world around me. I feel gouges in the pavement inches beneath my feet, on the other side of the rubber soles of my boots. I feel the warmth of just a few rays of sunshine grazing the tips of my fingers that had escaped, for a moment, the black shade of the immense building engulfing the rest of my body. Though I could taste thick pollution in the air, in a single breath only, I smelled perfume in the air... a trail left behind by a woman had left this spot before I arrived. And through the din of traffic and the cacophony of humans crying out for some immediate need, I hear the clouds getting heavy with a need to release the dirty water of the world upon us. I look at the monotonous steps of people walking in and out of my line of sight, wishing for them the joy of knowing that the world could not rotate on any axis but their mind, as there is no more logical way to understand the vastness of the universe than as an infinite radius of ones own perception. A figure steps into my peripheral view and the moment my eyes send the refraction of his light to my mind the universe halts it's motion. There is a glide in his step of an unmistakable knowledge of the center of the universe. He had an ineffable beauty of the face and body, and eyes that must hide a mind which posses everything I cannot find. I stand perplexed by the feeling that the world revolves around him as if my consciousness had slipped away from me to feel the center of beauty, but just for one revolution of the universe, and my consciousness returned in time to feel my shoe touch the ground completing the step I had taken a moment ago. I continued north, he continued south and he soon stepped back out of my peripheral vision. I did not turn my head in an attempt to recapture the feeling, but accepted it in stride as the Earth beneath my feet, the heavy clouds, the lingering perfume, and every screaming person in turmoil that had walked through my line of sight throughout my life. Just another person, another soul, another mind I'll never meet so I contented myself with the feeling of dragging the axis of the universe with my forward momentum. Or was that feeling just him, dragging it away from me from behind?
Probably too late to be appreciated; but I really liked this. It's very graceful and surprising, as well as surprisingly graceful =P Really extremely definitely way too too many adjectives in the beginning though.
