A strange place, this Cafe for sure.
Don’t think I don’t know.
Difficult even. But that’s ok. Life shouldn’t be too easy. Isn’t easy in fact, despite what a great many people would wish.
Days, weeks go by during which I only appear to be participating in humdrum day to day conversations. I smile at appropriate moments. At least I hope so, not to come off as a mite off centre so to speak.
Though in truth that is precisely what I am, off centre. But then it’s a matter of who’s centre I suppose.
Days, weeks go by with me silently clinging to my own crazy notions.
And then I read a line in a book.
A book such as Hermann Hesse’s The Glass Bead Game.
The line runs:
“The young people who now proposed to devote themselves to intellectual studies no longer took the term to mean attending a university and taking a nibble of this or that from the dainties offered by celebrated and loquacious professors who without authority offered them the crumbs of what had once been higher education.”
Light floods into my being and a smile spreads across my face.