Surrealist

Realists, cowards and theives yee lot.

Too afraid to dream of the things that aren't so you bore me with details about what is. Describing to me what you know about this red aluminum can on the table between us. Telling me what this can does to the environment, to our bodies, to our economy and others. So many words about nothing at all, trying to prove to yourself that you are awake by refusing to dream.  You're just so afraid of being wrong even once, you don't see the value of 100 hunches.

Here's a fable, once upon a time a man dreamed that there was more to this than just that. He thought, beyond our eyes is a world that connects us all in a way we just can't yet see. You realists laughed and fed yourselves with cold words.  Now you warm your food with his rays of light. He found a world past our eyes and you still can't see it. You have no time for new dreams so you microwave your stale food and stale ideas and get on your way. Out the door like a thief and you have indeed stolen. Because what you forget is all of your realism is nothing more than the theft of the dreams of wiser men.

I hereby withdraw my membership to realism - I am henceforth a surrealist.