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A Man Above
By middle age he became unseen and hatless; would not look at the back of his head as he slipped by unnoticed through a changing world. It was some recompense that his Idea of ‘self’ had expanded; a self so spiritually inflated it now inhabited the sky as if the sky were a pond and it a whale. When down town, he walked unseen by the throng, while he, clearly heard fanfares and the regal cry of celestial eagles announcing his presence everywhere. Head up he strode, past hurrying shoppers, all intent on ignoring the supranatural evidence of his transition to enlightenment. Even dogs were tugged away as they dared sniff at him and that majestic blimp of his greater being as it floated high above clearly for all to see. He maintained an air of calm dignity while his greater self filled all the available space in the small store. The cahier, seeing nothing of the grandeur before her or of his almost palpable spirituality bagged a bottle of cheap vodka, and a large packet of salt and vinegar chips. Shortly thereafter, he rode the bus home still travelling incognito to his kingdom on the third floor of nowhere.
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