The universe of the mind
The journey wasn’t long. The only thing that mattered at the time, were the quantity of people travelling in the red train. When she stepped in, through the metal door, a girl with a little piercing crossed her sight. She looked uncomfortable because of the space, that wasn’t too big, but they still could breath and move their arms.
A few stations later, this girl took a book out of her pierce and started to read. The women in front of her thought that she was reading something about self help. She didn’t know, but it had no importance at all.
Suddenly, she focused her attention in the rest of the people. They were going to their works, schools, universities or even their houses. She didn’t know either, but she tried to figure out where they were going that winter morning. But the real question was, where was she going that day? “At university, of course”, she answered herself. But where else would she go?
Books, students, classes and all that were her deepest passion. Once in a while, this woman imagined herself helping others to understand the world she was trying to understand. Not because the others were stupid or something like that, but because of her need of teaching.
As humans we have a lot of capacities. Some of them were developed within our family, friends, teachers, strangers, experiences, media and more. Some of us had received formal education and others just didn’t. But the point is that all the people can learn, in different levels according to the stimulation during life. I mean, no one is better than no one. Everybody can do a lot of things. This was her daily theory. She wasn’t thinking consciously about it all the time, but it often went through her mind.
That day in the train wasn’t the exception. She was thinking in her theory while the people went in and out of the train. In the middle of her reflection, a man offered her the seat next to him. She appreciated the gesture, but she left it to the girl with the book.
The woman continued with her idea and then she locked it in some part of the brain. Who was the man next to her? She didn’t know either, but he was concentrated in something. It was deep, not dark, but deep and it had all his concentration. “A love issue”, she thought. Was it? It didn’t matter either.
Near the final station, a lot of people went out of the machine. She finally sat over a black seat, next to the piercing girl. The woman remembered that she had something about French revolution in her bag. She took the copies out and began to read. When she finished it a note about North American history appeared. She read a few paragraphs and a name caught all her attention. She smiled, because she remembered a face that she had never seen in reality, or even touched.
Before the arrival, she saved her papers and glasses inside the light-blue bag. Her mind was in a cloud and her feet on the stairs of the transport. There were a lot of souls walking in the same direction; but she wasn’t there. Instead, her dreams were reaching a place far away from her city, crossing the ocean to another country.
“If I can travel in mind, others could do bigger and better things for humanity”, she thought while she was walking along the platform. When she had asked herself where would she go that day, she found the real answer there. Where the people next to her thinking about the same? Of course they weren’t. Well, actually she didn’t know what they were thinking.
Again her mind travelled to the foreign country, till she saw something that moved her completely. “Blue eyes…”, she said out loud and laugh softly. The people around her haven’t noticed her gesture, because they didn’t matter about her. Or where they? And that was the whole point, the knot where her theories and reality joined: communication. Not between machines, as one of the meanings about the terms says, but between humans.
We communicate a lot without even talk… And the woman was thinking in communication while she communicated herself with others. A miracle? No, we all do this things all the time, but most of it we don’t think consciously. Anyway, it didn’t matter.
She would be abble to travel, only if she discover the key to show her ideas to others.
When she arrived to college, there were no people at all. She went to her classroom, took her seat and closed her eyes. She listened to the unusual silence of the place. Then she thought that, sometimes, we need a rest of ourselves… And as soon as the noise filled the room, she started to think in nothing but French revolution.