Chapter 1: The Spark
In the back of an old and dusty attic lived a vintage typewriter. No one knew where it came from, but everyone knew it lived in the attic. While this typewriter collected dust, printers and laptops came to dominate the world. This typewriter became a decaying piece of history. Sometimes though, artifacts emerge from the dead and take on life in new forms. This typewriter did exactly that—it let go of its stiff keys and drifted. It became a laptop. How this occurred is unknown. But that it happened is a sure fact. Although some would argue against such occurrences, these things do happen. If you cannot accept this claim perhaps you can simply use the tool of trust to hold together the missing link in your understanding. Anyhow, this typewriter was now a laptop. And this laptop belonged to a schoolteacher of about 34yrs old—his name was Bob. And this schoolteacher had a past. I’ll skip for you the details of his story and cut straight to its essence:…
When Bob was young, he had parents who didn’t understand the desires and needs of a child. As a result, deep potential and desires were suppressed inside his guts. Untamed, these energies of desire would force themselves out in different emotional forms. Sometimes it was passion. Sometimes it was grief or love. Sometimes it was an urge to run, and he’d run until his legs gave out. Perhaps you could imagine Bob’s suppression like musical notes trapped in a box. Without the proper space, the music might ooze from the corners of its container and create vulgar noises—the potential was there, but without the space for expression only strange noises will emerge. Bob’s deep attempts at holding in these potentials caused so much pressure inside of him that parts of his biological machinery started to malfunction. At the young age of 34, Bob was facing problems with his seeing and hearing. His eyes and ears didn’t work well and neither did his internal organs—he had diarrhea and heartburn.
However, when so much potential energy is trapped in one space the world will conspire to release it—it’s only a natural phenomenon of nature.
When the energy of that old typewriter fell into his laptop it caused Bob’s fingers to feel slightly itchy and irritable. As he sat on the couch, he shook his hands. And, right outside his living room window, an angel pushed the irritation button of a cab driver that was driving past. The cab’s horn sounded, and Mr. Bob jolted. It so happened that this jolt made him kick out his leg and he hit his shin directly on the bottom of his metal and glass coffee table. Sudenly, an emotion was awoken. It expressed itself in a single word: “fuck!” Bob got up, shook his hands violently, and tried to wiggle out of the pain in his shin. Bob’s expression of raw emotion opened a space in his heart where—for a moment—he could feel the center of his heart and its desire for greatness.
Thus, on this normal winter day, a spark ignited in the heart of a regular degular teacher.
Inside the Mind 