and his mind and brain are experiencing a different world.

he makes noises and trembles oohs and ahhs in compulsive excitement or fear.

He’s singing and cooing like a child now, and shaking my seat on the bus. I wonder what he is feeling.

It seems so primal and so real. And so much like all of us “normal” people might actually be experiencing the flow of life on the inside.

Now he growls. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I have no idea about the heaven and hell he is enduring. What is this experience of a simple bus ride for him?

Does he know something I don’t?

Where has he gone?

What do our minds mean?

Is there something after this?

Maybe the soul cannot speak if the brain is damaged.

Maybe there is no “soul”?

Maybe it does not matter.

Love now.

live now.

I really don’t know. It just seems to me that human kindness is probably the only thing matters.

and in a way, in this world, it really is supernatural.

~KafkA

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Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as Facebook and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)