My silence on things I have discovered in my search was directed only toward the masses (until now). These thoughts were only shared with a few people like myself. Those broad minded individuals like yourself, Cuddlebug, who dared to hear something which challenged what the believed. The following analysis was discovered by two teenagers sitting in a park, looking up at the moon.
Evening turned to night. The wind blew the leaves from the season of fall. A familiar face passed mumbling and staggering. The familiar presence didn't surprise us. We understood we were in his home. He didn't have a residential house or apartment, but he did have a home. Why do we call people who live in parks and back alleys homeless people? Those types of questions we ask each other for the sake of understanding. A topic like that leads to a philosophical dialog that tests the limits of understanding. I attempt to question the question and we both ask why. Why is the familiar face we know as Birdie considered a homeless man when he has lived in the same place for 20 years? Isn't the park his home? Birdie's presence in that park is as much a fixture as a bench, table, or swing. All seasons Birdie is there. He told us at the time, "There is no experience better than living. Living holds all your experiences." Birdie always spewed out random statements like that. He didn't speak much in front of strangers and sometimes he only spoke in question.
The man known as Birdie lived in our community park and was accepted by all his neighbors. People would go out of their way to make sure he was okay. Old clothes, left over food, whatever he needed because he never accepted more. His camp would be broken down and hidden from view before sunrise. He seemed to open up the park every with the ritual of breaking down his camp. That's the way we saw it. He opened up his home to us everyday. He wasn't a victim of circumstance cast away by our great society because he lacked the necessary revenue to survive. He was someone who'd grown up only a few miles away from the park. His brilliant mind took him to the heights of scientific education, he studied physics. One day he walked out of school, jumped on a plane and came to this park. He called all of us aliens.
We/I used to think he was just a crazy old man spewing random nonsense until he explained his theory. His theory is as intricate and complicated as life itself, but it is very possible he could be right. I know it sounds crazy and like he did to us, I am going to leave you with this outrageous statement: We Are Aliens. I want you to listen to how absurd that sounds, "We are aliens." Even those who are open to consideration have a difficult time trying to grasp that statement as a possibility. I did.
This is a thought I hadn't shared with many. Not many want to understand or hear a statement so absurd. I ask you this: If that statement were true, what would that do to your beliefs? Has this statement engaged our instinctual self preservation button? It's absurd why? It is absurd because it's not something required to learn in school. In my next post I will share a piece of Birdie's explanation. I am going to explain a theory to you that made a brilliant student walk away from all he'd been taught to learn to live in a park so he could watch people be outside. I love you Cuddlebug. Slowly the truth of your diary will be revealed. I know you didn't want everyone to know how these questions blurred the fine line between the world's reality and yours. Miss you. See you soon.
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