Either the ability to collect himself was a pie in the sky notion, or a bit of assistance by extraneous variables would be what was needed to begin swelling the tide. Once the ball began rolling, things would begin to go significantly smoother for Harjen, but it was the beginning that, as a matter of course, caused him to stumble.
Turning around to take a view of the path’s entrance, Harjen began to examine the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He really couldn’t believe how far he had come already. The gleam from the sun was growing fainter and fainter. Although very far being any representation of a corpus mysticum, the secret of the discovery he happened upon contained nothing less important than was necessary.
Harjen, since he could remember, always felt quizzical about his observations of those he came in contact with. It always felt to him, at the end of the day, that he was or less the normal one. In fact, the longer he observed the behavior of any individual, the more he felt that he was the normal one. It was this, almost definitely, in itself that made him be the one that appeared crazy.
To be continued…