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Faded colors reach his eyes, as they shutter open in a manner that only one could experience. They have been closed for a very long time, and in opening them, the man sees a world that is new and strange to him.

There is a fine line between the strange and new, and often the line begins to blur. The new is often criticized as strange, and thus does not get the respect it deserves. I feel like that happens most all the time, and I feel for those who get the bad end of the deal.

In minutes he has discovered that he can move his body. It is like his mind is wiped clean, a baby of sorts. New to the world and unexperienced. Everything is of a different sort, and with a vague curiosity he finds his way and explores.

The child, in the purest form, is much like animals of old. Relying solely on instincts, the brain must develop synapses that connect sight, sound, smell, touch, taste, to each other. The distinct advantage of the child is that the mind is always open. Rules are not set in the mind of a child, and therefore, things are new but not strange.

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Written by Minus

September 27, 2007 at 4:34 am

Posted in Nonfiction

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