Naked Reality

The hologram must be failing because he was beginning to see that what he believed to be reality was something else.

He did not bother trying to explain. People would assume he was crazy and lock him away someplace. The masses choose to see the emperor's new clothes though reality was running naked through the time/space continuum.

Not unlike an adult who can no longer suspend their belief while riding the Small World attraction at Disneyland. He can see the strings. The fantasy is lost. The record is stuck and repeating small, small, small over and over again.

The mundane moments pass the way of a summer breeze that ruffles the leaves of the maple in the front yard. Like the maple savors the spices of the wind, he tastes the moment but the cage remains empty and the watch remains unwound.

Time has no meaning. Clocks and calendars are useful for categorizing and filing away memories in a dusty attic where they are neglected and filled with cobwebs and dust mites saved for a rainy day that never comes.

He accepts the changes that his new reality has brought to his perception. He accepts the changes without fear and without prejudice.

Hot weather only reminds him that soon he will be cold.

Hunger is only a reminder that soon he will be fed.

Pain is accepted as a precursor to well being.

Tears are but a sign of the laughter that will soon follow.

The mini dramas of life are but rehearsals for the souls eventual evolving.

Death is but another door that must be opened or another road that must be traversed.

He sat watching the sunset on a deserted beach or was he watching the beginning of a sunrise that someone unknown to him was watching in Japan. Whatever the reality was did not change the beauty of the moment.

He took a handful of sand still warm to the touch from the suns passing and watched as the individual grains returned to their own reality.

Was he insane? He could not answer a question that was unanswerable. If he was that was the reality of this moment and he would ride the currents where they took him.

If he was not than maybe his perception had become just a bit sharper, his senses just a bit purer and his mind just a bit more aware of the knowledge that had always been there for the taking.

Truthfully, it did not matter if the emperor had new clothes or not. What mattered was what lesson if any the emperor had learned.