I have always marveled at the lives of others. I don’t marvel so much at those who are predictable and follow tradition. I marvel at the ones who stand out in a crowd. I marvel at the homeless. I marvel at an artist who lives by himself with little of value but his talent. I marvel at the mom who raises children with love and no help from dad. I marvel at the leper who never gives up hope. I marvel at the one who doesn’t accept daylight as a good thing. But mostly I marvel at the ones that don’t fit in. I marvel at me.
I didn’t sleep much last night. It was a God thing. I was praying about people, for people and my relationship with them. I might have been praying for you or someone like you. I was praying for people that understand and appreciate man’s system. I’m not one of those people. I don’t fit in.
I first read about Nikola Tesla as a child. I wanted to be just like him. I just didn’t know the price to pay for the honor of being a body that didn’t fit in. I’m sure you have heard of Tesla. He was an incredible inventor. He invented hundreds of things. Many centered around an appreciation for alternating current. Some worked well such as the A/C electric motor. Others not so good such as the death ray. Even in his death, it is likely his best inventions are yet to come.
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