Ethereal

He nonchalantly disposes of his trash in the receptacle, and stacks the tray on top of the bin. His is a life fully lived- a good education, a loving wife, three sons, and a good job at the university. As he strides along the halls, he doesn't realize someone watching him. He ponders of history and great sciences while the girl admiring thinks only of movies and jewelry. She is struck with awe at this moment and follows him out of the building at a distance of only a few yards. What is he thinking? How does he feel knowing that within the caves of his mind lie knowledge of the universe and the greatness of this world. When he looks back does he think of how wonderful his time spent at college was? Does he ever stop and consider how marvelous his education and position in life is? No, he isn't a king or emperor. He isn't known far and wide for any feat of strength or power accomplished. The only ones who know of his true worth are the God who made him, and to a lesser extent- himself. At this point in time the girl can catch a glimpse of who he is. Not just the professor, father, or friend to few, but a great creation. While the girl watches, she becomes aware of others around her. They go about their day without much care for what she sees. One boy talks on the phone to a friend about the baseball game the night before. Another girl listens to Weezer on her iPod while daydreaming of the conversation she and her roommate had the night before about the death of a famous actor. Like the girl watching, they haven't realized their potential to greatness yet. They go throughout the day not giving much thought to the past or future. Not accepting that their world is infinitesimally smaller than the grand design. Perhaps if they did, they would not waste their time with worthless games and unimportant thinking. The girl stops in the library. She doesn't see books, but instead gazes into the golden abyss of knowledge and creative imagination made by people like the professor. People with learning beyond their own natural undertaking who made something of their lives instead of squandering away their time with nothingness. The girl stopped typing on the computer and went away to swim in the pool of intellect.