Behind the appearance, behind the shell of the human body, I always see the inner person, and almost always it is a small, miserable child. Sometimes a child has grown old early, with dull, tired eyes and drooping, sluggish hands. Sometimes — in bruises, wounds and abrasions, a small animal, hunted looking around and fighting to the death with enemies only visible to him.
It is a sad sight to watch how weak and helpless the Inner Man is… For one bull, endowed with natural animal strength, there are usually ten dystrophics who are unable to stand on their own shaky legs and cannot withstand any pressure.
They are really weak, but even more like to imagine it. Their game of Weakness is a game that makes it possible to avoid responsibility and burdens. You should have seen what heroic strength and remarkable perseverance they show, proving their weakness and helplessness on occasion!
Instead of learning to stand and walk on their own, they gather in pairs and heaps, which, of course, is more stable. They call it friendship and appreciate it very much. In such a symbiosis, they almost do not fall, although, getting used to the support, they soon wean themselves from independent walking and increasingly become disabled.
They are also nearby because the frozen ones want to warm up so much. Having snuggled up, and then for reliability and attached, it becomes really warmer for them, but now their elbows interfere with them.
You can hardly meet those calmly staying in their ranks, some kind of swaying is constantly noticeable. Someone was drawn to the light, another was swayed by the wind, the third was pushed by those around them — they are constantly fluttering. But when one twitches, then, as a rule, he pushes with his elbows and pulls others tied to him — relatives. They twitch in turn — and so on in an endless living chain.
In addition to being stupid, it is quite painful.
So they live like a herd of porcupines: separately — it’s cold, but together — it’s sharp, you constantly stumble on the needles of your neighbor …
They are usually hungry, and their perpetually empty stomach requires constant refilling. Accordingly, something is constantly poured into their wide mouths, open to all winds and debris, occasionally chewed and partially digested, something is assimilated, albeit poorly. Having been filled, and even devoured, they calm down, but now the process of fermentation begins in them, and the results of poor mental digestion in one form or another come out.
People call it «I’m overwhelmed and can’t help but share.»
Like cow cakes or steam from a teapot without a lid, something always comes out or falls out of them. If something fell out of one (a thought, a desire, an experience, including an acute one) and hurt (or even scratched or pushed) the other, then the recipient is now put into action. Having pumped out and shaken up his inner content, on the reverse swing he splashes out something in response to that, now starting his hydraulic processes, etc.
If shit was splashed, then such an interaction is called swearing, and if sweet water, then a pleasant conversation. Usually the consistency is mixed.
Most people prefer to consume anything, just not to remain hungry. The remaining minority tries not to eat foul-smelling foods, but the difficulty is that almost none of them knows how to close their constantly open mouth. Therefore, if someone didn’t dodge his neighbor, then he still has to eat all the nasty things thrown out to him.
Nasty things often turn out to be simply poisonous. Then male beings, either more notorious, or in concern for the environment, try to digest all this inside themselves, which results in their earlier mortality. Beings of the female gender, more liberated and not bothering themselves with unnecessary reflections, dump everything on those around them. As a result, it is dirty around them, but it is good for them.
And in general, it turns out even somehow harmoniously.
It is hard for little men without each other, but they are poorly adapted to joint actions. Clumsy and constantly in some kind of half-asleep, they constantly hurt each other, point-blank not noticing it. When they are hurt, they respond extremely aggressively, they try to hit backhand and preferably in the most painful, vulnerable places. Because of this, their thin skin is always bruised and scratched, as if in constant irritation, and the wounds may not heal for years.
Many hard-faced Victims pick their own wounds.
Almost the only and perfectly effective medicine, which is also a universal general healing procedure for them, is stroking, but, oddly enough, stroking among the suffering population is practiced extremely rarely there.
Either they don’t know about this medicine, or they consider it something indecent …
Trying to protect themselves from the poke of others, they hide their body in a protective shell, skillfully depriving themselves of scratches, strokes, and in general a living stream of life. Some mobile shells with a set of social templates, admittedly, are very convenient, plus in appearance they resemble a completely living person.
You can guess that this is a shell only by its mechanical nature and because it is always cold next to it.
The miserable appearance of the Inner Man, entangled like a mummy, with ropes from head to toe, tied to others and even tied to a mass of things around him, is completed by heavy Glasses on his eyes plus a tight Cap over everything.
As for the Caps, by pulling them over the eyes, everyone can see the Real Picture of the World and the Correct Routes of Life drawn on them. The cap is called the Mind, and every older mummy is in a hurry to put it on tightly for those who try to look at the world with their own eyes.
Paradox: at the same time, those whose Cap is torn and on whom the light of the world gushed through holes and slits, they call happy.
Glasses on the eyes are a much more individual thing. They allow the Real Picture of the World to be distorted in any direction desired by a person: for example, to see the world in mournful colors if you want to grieve or make it rosy when you demand to arrange a holiday.
Lenses-light filters in glasses men change with their own hands, but the most surprising thing is that they do not see this. And the world for them remains Objective, and not arbitrarily Colored by them.
Obligatory — and at the same time prestigious — for each Inner Man is the acquisition of Culture. Outwardly constructive, Education looks like countless Prohibitions and Precepts, which, neatly intertwined and surrounding the little man from all sides, form a kind of cell-prison. At the same time, each owner of his Prison is very proud, considers it the most Correct Prison in the world and carefully wipes the bars of its bars, indignantly rejecting proposals to leave it and live freely.
Moreover, parents always take pride in passing on a copy of their personal paddock to a child.