The art of being powerless….
To experience one’s inept power and resonate with the audacity takes courage. She was climbing down the steps, like every day, and missed the count as usual. “How many today?” she heard the voice and turned around to respond. “184, precisely. Yet, I claim to confirm tomorrow” she replied. “Well, tomorrow never arrives!” he replied and rushed out quickly. She smiled, with gloom in her eyes. Her eyes- what can I say? Dark it was, that dilation was difficult; Bright it was, that her glance spoke louder… She lived in a castle, with the power of infinity, and challenged every law of the world! But he was Descartes: was he? To use the power and channel it in the right direction, is divine. He has a vision of 20/200 and walked on wheels… She was a little more than 20/200 and walked with a stick.
Neither did she know he can never walk down those stairs and count, nor did he know she was challenged too! Or did they?!!!
