It’s interesting to watch someone watching others, to observe an observer, & it is a rare occasion to spot an observer. The observer watches the other out of the corner of his eye, observes the other taking in all the people around, every minor event taking place, but there is something to the eyes, sadness perhaps, or a slight regrets. The observer realizes while watching the other that it is a lonely honor to be an observer, the gift to see so much, good and bad, to be in to world but not able to interact. For the observer sees with the inner eyes, watching from inside, the eyes that see everything even when the physical eyes may be distracted or unaware. The true eyes of the observer rest within the soul, the so called “Black Box” you might say, where everything is recorded to be retrieved when the body is no more. The observer is born when the soul takes on an inner consciousness of its own, somewhat detached from the outward mind. But the observer’s inner mind does not open for others, so destined to always be somewhat alone inside, unable to fully connect with the outside world. The observer has two names, a name for the inner private mind & a name for the public outer mind, not exactly a duel personality, for the soul is one, the mind is one, the personality the same, like twins minds, identical in thought & purpose but still somehow separate.
The observer still watches the other, watching with the inner eye, through the corner of the outer eye, watches as the other’s eyes slowly travel over the crowd, but the observer’s inner eye is locked on the other, unable to bring the minds eye off the other observer sitting there in the mirror.
