The Happy Idiot

You know, I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be the voice of an idiot telling smart people how to communicate within their own space when nobody else is in it. When we are alone and vulnerable, images we admire come into focus through banter that is not decipherable because of the rustling of invisible pictures protecting us from overlooking the missing piece to a puzzle. The puzzle is our happiness. The ability to make words by twisting sounds around from the rustling will reveal the piece that completes the puzzle. One piece will slide into place the missing space by making words out of rustling and sharing that sequence with smart people who in turn put pieces into place only adding to the banter that makes a puzzle out of happiness in the first place. It is the idiot, the lone piece, who will discover happiness when they realize that smart people can’t communicate an image without them, making them less vulnerable and less alone, the focus of communication.