The Cyclop's Disease

Long ago, was sometimes heard that someone got the Cyclop's disease. Some books relate about people being brought outside of cities and condemned to remain in exile.

But details about the circunstances had always been hidden since then. Some people used to believe that this disease appears very suddenly and brings its host to madness and that was also the cause of panic in cities by that time when someone was caught. People just thought it might be contagious.

With the time, people with that disease was painted with one big eye and a monstruous body, meaning that its host was indeed transformed in some strange creature. But although this interpretation got mainstream, it is not likely to be true, because books before that date had never cited any mention of a transformed body. And such ocurrences should not be possibly hidden from people that easy.

What was really interesting was that although different, the stories agreed that these people lived alone and that they were different from the most common ones, although they failed to provide a common justification for that fact.

This was when we found the book of Geneha, because it was not a normal book. It may have the same appearance, it may have the same materials and properties. For it was written in the same manner as the others, but its writer was different in all ways. Because he was a Cyclop himself.

And I should say my reader, that what lies in this book may have passed along generations and generations whithout notice. Not because the people did not know about it, but because the myth of a monstruous Cyclops with a big eye was much more interesting than the story of our exiled friend.

A friend that was by some night captured and taken to a montain far away from the city. Without explanations, but maybe not without reasons. Because the eyes may be the same of ours, but they can see much wider and far away.

His vision may be compared to the vision of kings, but people are not supposed to view with an eyes of a king, my reader. He writted that he could see every social mistake and could tell easily the future, his eye had the hability of seeing relations.

But his eye, he had written, was at the same time a curse. And he was not talking about his social situation, but about the power of a wild beast out of control. Because he saw the mistakes hidden in everything all the time, even when he does not want to. But nothing was more terrifying than being able to hide his own mistakes from himself. There is nowhere to run away from the eyes that sees everything.

And for one thing he agreed with all other histories, that is the fact of the disease being countagious. Because the Cyclop's Disease could be taught.

(this story is fictional for all purposes)

If people got high with Science...

If people got high with science, we would not have to build schools. Parties would be named and divided by their intellectual personality.

Hospitals would make campaigns to decrease overwork cases. Which indeed would not be named overwork, but overdose.

Well, all this would last until the next generation grow and think it is outdated to live this way. And so, science would be forgotten and school would have to be build to force people to learn.

And that is when nobody would ever learn anymore.

The Bought Idea

One day I brought something home, something not really palpable. It is one of that things that you buy, but you do not see, but you sure feel. And sometimes, feeling is just enough.
I have bought an idea. Nothing really strange, but simple and nice. Just the way I like it and I was very happy at first. But this was when I felt really alone with it, because I could not show anybody, though I could tell, but... then everybody would just have my idea. And that was really bad, because it is mine, I've bought it and I am very jealous about my things. I am not willing to give for free what I paid for.
And after thinking too much about it, I realized that it was not really mine, because some other person had thought it and I just had bought it. Is it right for me to keep this as if it is mine? What merit do I have, since I've only bought it? And does it make me feel really better for having it? Not quite.
Lot of questions have appeared and in this storm of thoughts I've noticed my insatisfaction. Not the insatisfaction caused by the thoughts and worries brought by the idea, but the one that made me buy the idea in first place. And so, there was in some hidden place inside myself a tiny spot of unreasonable life insatisfaction.
This was when I heard something coming from inside. I could not tell that it was right or wrong. It was quite simple although not genial, but it was mine. Not in the sense of possession, but in the sense of identity. Do not take me wrong, cause I won't tell you my ideia. But believe me, even if you could've buy it, it would only make things worse for you.