Invisible Men

'Yes, sir. That's what the president tells us. You have yours, and you got it yourself, and we have to lift ourselves up the same way.'
'But that's only part of it, young man. I have wealth and a reputation and prestige--all that is true. But your great Founder had more than that, he had tens of thousands of lives dependent upon his ideas and upon his actions. What he did affected your whole race. In a way, he had the power of a king, or in a sense, of a god. That I've come to believe, is more important than my own work, because more depends upon you. You are important because if you fail I have failed by one individual, one defective cog; it didn't matter so much before, but now I'm growing old and it has become very important...' (Invisible Man, 45).

I anticipate a room and a time when I don't have the energy to think about my past. I anticipate thinking how busy I am and how important my work is, how much depends on me. That lack of perspective will ultimately lead to my unraveling. In order for a man to be visible he must embody a power hidden deep in the human records. Forfeiting game upon game he must grow strong with a personal standard for visible power. Not to be confused with self-confidence, this power has depth, like I said. Through the pain of realizing the games are fixed by egos and anger, our better halves fight to survive until the pain is overcome by calm. This is what it feels like when I take back the gold of my soul. A stone finally valued for what it is: unforgivably my own.

This is not an exaggeration of reality, but finally an honest appraisal of the imperfection of our nature. Regardless of flaw all angles of time hold both hope and dismay. Together the two forces press in upon us. And from my experience, this pressing is more intimidating when your attention is not upon it.

As a matter of fact, it is peculiar that so many people are coaxed into ignoring the creativity of their soul, instead diverting energy to maintaining a stable facade of status. Upon a world so inexplicably unexplained besides the myths of religion, we live as drowned fish in a raging river loosening our bodies only when we come to an intersection of waterways. Twisted, our bodies are awakened by the collision.