We watch him
with open curiousity.
As he moves, is.
We observe the way he moves,
speaks, gestures,
his expressions,
his reactions.
We search in vain, perhaps,
for something.
Something to take us to him,
bring him closer to us,
let us understand him.
Some clue,
something to explain it.
Something to lead us to him,
at the heart of this labyrinth.
We memorize the lines,
mouth them with him,
watching the way his lips move,
not wanting to say them ourselves,
for fear of being unable to
hear his voice,
for fear of breaking some silent oath,
some magical spell.
He mystifies us,
and yet we watch him,
and slowly begin to understand.
Some better than others,
but we all understand
to some degree.
We read the stories that explain,
watching,
until we can find our own explanations.
We watch,
finding new puzzles,
unraveling them,
for the sheer joy of understanding.
He's an enigma,
one we delight in discovering,
and love even more
for all the fact that we will never
fully fathom him.
Because there will always be more
mysteries to uncover,
more puzzles to solve,
more facets to discover.
Always more.
And maybe that's one of the reasons we watch.
To discover.
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