People

Our minds are vast, more information than any computer can process. Alone, because we can never know another mind as we know our own. Do we understand ourselves, do we understand others?

What is the lady looking at the vegetables at the grocery store thinking, what is she going through? does anyone care?

What is the taxi cab driver thinking, does his brain only process info about sights and making conversation, or does he have deeper, conscious thoughts?

What is the quiet person in class thinking, are they brilliant, or dumb. Can you classify anyone as either?

What is the loud, popular class clown thinking, does he only think of jokes to say in class, or are the jokes merely a complex subterfuge to hide insecurity or problems?

What is the salon lady thinking, does she really like your hair? Or is her excitement paralleled with the size of her pay check?

What is the fleeting businessman in the airport thinking, are they suffering from a disease, are they in complete bliss, do they love?

What am I thinking, do I really like them, is my life really that bad, do people actually see the flaws I see in myself?

Questions asked but never known, why strive for answers when we're all alone.