Empathy

Amongst the rush and tumble, the speeding momentum of the streets that push me along, walking past thousands of fellow dwellers all day long without considering their humanity, I was stopped by a man, and I looked into his eyes, suddenly reverent, and I felt a momentous calm wash over me. These eyes I’d looked at before, even at length, but never quite so deeply. As the idiom goes, I was lost, stuck in the mesmerizing hypnosis of the flaring greens and blues of his irises. For a moment my heart fluttered, and I felt him, his entire existence, and I could see that he was like me. Somewhere amongst my swim in the sea of passionate emotion in his eyes, I reached the edges and climbed up and out, and so I walked on, looking down to avoid the eyes of other men.