A Moment, Movement, Improvement

I sat in the park. Alone, unwanted and ostracized. Happily I gazed about me in wonder. The rain was pouring, people were scurrying quickly, and cars were making the water yell in anger. I stood up. My life up until this moment was leading up to this moment. I walked slowly, letting the water wash me of all my impurities. I filtered it all through my eyes but more my soul. I felt the water but I did not take notice of it. Most of the world is like that. Feeling but unaware.
These thoughts frightened me. Could I be coming to a logical conclusion? What is logic? The absence of chaos? The object of reason? If reason has an object then is insanity a verb? Yes, it is. That though unleashed a whole new perspective upon me. No longer was I weighed down upon by the laws made up. No longer was I weighed by the eyes of authority to do what is deemed right in their logical eyes. The park was now mine. I decided. Its a public park, I am the state. Gleefully, I ran through my drenched kingdom. This is where I shall build my throne, that tree must be gone. Who's statue is this anyway? I run up to it. An uncared for and little known green statue of a man wearing odd clothes looking what the artist deemed "heroic". I deem it not.
"Be free!" I bellow, uncaring if the unwashed, wet masses hear me. My mind is my own. No Big Brother camera to look at me. The rain blurs my vision and for a moment, a second and a breath, I see the statue nod. Amazing, I declare. The statue of the sailor/general/explorer/tradesman agrees with me. Emboldened by this I begin to climb his pedestal so I may join him. Forever to be green and a roost for flying rats.
The rock is hard at the base but the useless copper plauqe makes a foothold. I slip and slid my ten dollar sneaker onto it gripping with all my strength. I finally reach the top. The summit. Its a maginificent view from 3 feet off the ground. All I see is mine. The rain continues to pour and pool around me. I am happy sitting with my comrade in arms. He doesn't seem to be inclind to sit but thats all right.
I begin to watch the world outside my own. This small nature mecca surrounded by commerce, guilds, business. Millions of dollars flow like the water around these Babel towers. 10,000 languages all meaning the same word for money. Capitalism and and smaller world. I don't want this. I now have decreed no business is to be taken place in my realm. Then everything slows down.
I am unsure the cause at this point. Perhaps I've had an aneurysm perhaps something has kicked in. Perhaps I have reached a Buddha-like level of understanding. I could see every individual drop of rain. Every breath of wind. Every reflection of light on the wet world. This was my moment.I could take up the flag. Start the revolution. Flower Power, Gun Power, Socialism, Fascism anything was possible right at this moment.
Just as quickly as it stared, the world sped up again. An old time movie reel minus the squeal started it. Clips and disjointed images floated around me. Faster and faster more hectic and when it felt as if I would be sick or perhaps just lose myself they all seemed to make themselves unique and make it all work in a glorious symphony of sight, sound, smell and touch.
I was rear-ended back into my mind. The captain was staring down at me. Elitist fuck. I hopped off the pedestal. My body and clothes were trying to do an impression of a puddle. Squelching and slithering like I emerged from the primordial soup itself I stumbled off into the rain. My destination, unknown. One lone moment to make up for billions lost.

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