A Philosophic Mind
He returned the edition of Kant to the library, unread again. He came out bearing Sartre’s “Being and Nothingness.” Surely he could make a last effort to master existentialism.
He decided to sit down on the bench in the high street to watch the passersby.
“How foolish they are,” he mused, “going on so unreflectively with their trivial business.”
“Not a philosophic mind amongst them,” he scoffed.
“They probably think I’m just an elderly man sitting here with nothing to do,” he surmised.
How wrong he was, for, unnoticed by the passing multitudes, no one thought about him at all.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher