History

I thought about history on the way back from the library.
I seen a young boy walking with his mother and they were happy even though he was carrying a skateboard.
I remembered a time when people would throw rocks or bottles out of the windows of moving vehicles if they thought you were even associated with skateboarding and I thought it great that the prejudice was dropped in this case by an understanding mother.
I could see the reflection of her joy bouncing off her young lad as he comfortably strode down the street wearing his pulsing and life-filled heart in a transparent box attached to his shoulder. I thought about saying to the lad that no matter what, do what you gotta do, because even now there are those who will persecute you from within your own ranks because they are jealous that someone understands you and that you are free to do what you want without the kind of persecution that really damages you, the forlorness of a parent’s blind and uncaringly selfish eye.
They will stone you in your happiness and try to bring you to their level but you must maintain and allow yourself to shine brighter and brighter so that one day everything will shine except what does not, which is the exact same way that it is now and nothing will ever change but your perception, so remember to change it the way you want to change it and ignore the muckdwellers for they know not where you go, (You know, being bound in muck and all).
I then had a warm and fuzzy recollection that I recognized as true history. It is this that fascinates people and makes them seek backwards, these moments of crystalline realization that allow you to realize that events have happened and all is one and that events are merely threads among threads. I witnessed in a sparkling and apparent moment that history which is known as skateboarding and I spontaneously seen primitive pieces of wood attached to wheels and hatemongerers and Tony Hawk and commercial success and thus peer recognition and coolness factor as the art of skateboarding slowly evolved to what it is now; a freedom that has always and will always exist but is only now going through the awareness routes of most people’s brains as we find we are born here and today in the constant wave of occurences.
I realized that this is how history happens.
We simply realize it.
We see it and when we see it we realize we can say it and thus we have an awareness.
We can communicate things that have happened by tying one event to another and creating a giant string of events that are all related. These strings have little dangly pieces of string at certain connecting points that allow other connecting points to connect and eventually everything becomes one. Hitler flies into the heart of terror and suddenly a nuclear explosion is born. A bunch of guys get together in fascination over a machine and realize that it is a computer and the internet is born. I am born. You are born.
And eventually the universe is born as all is finally realized and all ties connect at the exact same point and we break out of the lines which surround us and separate us from other things. I once had the realization that lines are everywhere seperating things that nothing could exist without lines and then a wise man told me there are no lines and that made me think that nothing existed until I realized that what it meant was that everything existed except for nothing and then I became really confused and the rest was, as they say, history.