The wheels of Harjen’s brain had reached cruise control. Things were moving at such a point that he was sure everything was still working, but the least strain on the internal engine as would be considered possible was taking hold. Rotation brought with it the belief that the feeling would continue, but one rusty gear would inevitably spoil the motion.
If it weren’t for basic human kindness, most of us would be convinced that the purpose of life on this planet is predominantly selfish. The fight for survival that ensues on a global scale with each second that passes in time is enough to convince the tantric believer that life is inherently evil. Somewhere along the way, nature wired the imaginations of certain individuals to benefit from random acts of kindness. Of course, if we are to believe that any act that causes a natural rush of serotonin to flow through the brain’s synapses to be one that is sought after, then the equal and opposite of any act must also be true.
Totality is a difficult concept. Just as we are only privy to a full lunar or solar eclipse only every so often, an individual that truly cares enough to progress humanity further is also hard to come by. Harjen didn’t start out this way, that must not be forgotten, but as he endured many sleepless days and nights in his secret lair, he became a true patriot of restoring balance to a very imperfect world.
To be continued…