Democracy: An Introduction

The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination reflected onto his eyes. Some of it, however, struck on his eyebrows. It lingered.

When he went walking down the street that evening, people on the street thought his eyebrows were made of twilight. Even when he smiled, his eyebrows outshone his eyes. And for that reason alone, people stopped looking into his eyes. His dancing eyebrows were quite a spectacle, they thought.

Slowly, he came to realize that he had started forgetting the faces of all his loved ones. He couldn’t remember the way they looked. Or smiled. Or nodded their head.

“They’ve betrayed my memory,” he thought “by not looking into my eyes no more”

His loved ones, no longer, had a face. His memory had rendered them all faceless. And since, they had no appearance at all – they looked all alike. Gradually, as the identical identity of his loved ones grew, he slowly came to believe that the cumulative amount of all his loved ones taken together couldn’t have been more than one. He realized that the plurality of his loved ones was only an illusion caused by a diffused mental perception of the one and only.

He realized he had found God.

One day, a parcel appeared in front of his doorstep. Wrapped in a beautiful golden paper. As he unwrapped it, he found a mirror inside. It suddenly dawned upon him that he had lived without one for so long. Introspectively, he looked into the glass. He found his face, his eyes and more importantly, his twilight eyebrows. He saw the ethereal illumination. They were so much more better than any other feature on his entire face.

As days passed, he found that his own face too had disappeared from the mirror. He too had become faceless. It was only then that the truth struck him. It was true that his loved ones didn’t look into his eyes no more. It was true that his loved ones was the one and only. But more than any of these, it was true that he himself was an illusion too. Just a diffused mental perception of the one and only.

He realized that he couldn’t perceive the one and only because he was just an illusion. He also realized that the one and only couldn’t perceive him too since he didn’t exist.

He realized, therefore, that there is no one at all, except for a perception that belongs to nobody.

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