There Are Such Men

His body sat there, in its chair, unmoved, but for the whims of those who care an hour or so, until the time clock sets them free, yet he has left them long ago, his stare misleading lesser travelers who stand in elevators and in trains and are quite unaware of their imprisonment in other chairs less mobile, but much more confining to the mind. It is a question, truly, who may claim to pity whom, and where the markers are along the way; of when the watchers are the watched, of how ideas play upon the screens before or just behind their eyes. And do we patronize a liberty we may not know? Are there true, wondrous lands to which the tiny particles within alone may go? The Steven Hawkings of the universe depart at will aboard these spirit ships, invisible in port, and then upon returning will report the finding of an India that we had never seen, or never ever dreamed. ~