Dumped on the highway, drivers are oblivious to your lone soul, recalling the family life you had before. Like an abandoned dog, sailing as one in the ocean across the Pacific. Up in a tree looking down, envying society’s togetherness. In a fantasy world, some are alone in luxuriant underground apartments with glistening walls that emit light, translucent skylights, and minimalist rooms. A particular individual can’t grasp the society above because he or she can’t relate to them, although they are required to, but can’t as the community doesn’t match their life force. A cluster of domes has become a home to the individual writing, reading, contemplating, arguing philosophy, and finding companions. Each dome had its own function. A girl stands up in a very tall tree, staring with round eyes at people passing by, envying their community or mocking it. A woman cast out from her society. She lives by the roadside in a giant dome, oblivious to the vehicles going by, raising vegetables, chickens, and rabbits for her survival. Has she gotten used to being alone, or did she originally shun society? Many people had felt the call to be alone to develop themselves, disregarding celebrities, News, and pseudo-intellectualism. In the hills, you will find the elderly with bulging, round eyes, ruddy light brown skin, and wrinkles talking about their difficult life, staring at a dandelion, and talking to it. In his own way, he was intimate with nature.
Those exiles from society, voluntarily or forced, stood at the center of their own world, independent of what society said or believed. When whole towns sleep, a candle or chemical light casts lonely illumination on the pages of a book or a cup filled with liquid. The lone person converses with the universe, asking questions, offering opinions, and debating. She imagines moons orbiting worlds producing music heard only in her imagination.
There is a white oblong dwelling in the tallest trees of an imaginary world. It’s a special place where the owner’s mind is treated to everything she can conjure in reason. But there are barriers that the oblong dwelling would not permit dangerous things to appear. Only the most sublime things materialize to aid the mind in meditation and loneliness. Being alone in a tree, seeing society go by, forming one’s own. The highest point in the tower is where no one bothers the person who lives there. Deliberately hiding away from the opinions of others so they can be themselves. Buildings are like apartments, a community of people who are self-thinkers.
A lone individual listens to the words of a stream. There is no human voice; the thoughts enter their minds while listening to the trickling of water. An entire book could be written while sitting at a stream, where wisdom begins to enter the pores to bring creations to society. No one listens to these individuals, believing they are crazy philosophers or pseudo-intellectuals.
If one’s family never existed, one was turned away by friends as they gradually dropped away like leaves during the fall seasons. Who would one turn to for support? In a land where spiritual guides are acceptable, one thinks one is crazy, where intuition and feeling in more trusted than logic. Logic is partially abandoned; its uses are when it is genuinely needed. Family fluctuates; it’s defined by the individual, society, ethnicity, or religion. In one moment in our lives, family is our blood, then it changes to unrelated people who become deep friends. In an imaginary community, elements from various ethnic cultures have parallels. There’s the extended family of bloodlines, friendships, and spiritual unions. Spiritual unions extend beyond time and space; people living far away are part of the family, and those living in the past and future are also part of it. There is no past, present, or future; it’s embraced as a fact. In a culture where people don’t have the concept of time, yet they acknowledge its existence, what they are doing is an acceptance of paradox.
It began with one lone individual; another joined through an interest in common. And other couples joined, but most were not physically together. They never worshipped an individual like a cult; they came together through common compassion, although none had the same beliefs. They lived sunk partially into the ground and above it, resembling a shell and an oblong dome. As each individual and family was embraced, the community resembled a beehive.
