My name is not Igel

My name is not Igel

A Story by ThiagoIgel

In this day and age genesis is usually a blinking cursor against an invisible rainbow we call white. Perhaps it is a metaphor of our sense of entitlement. We understand collectively that the most moving piece of what-have-you is always out there, ripe for the taking, if only our fantasies of effortlessness could come to life and draw out the revolutionary from the inanimate. We are unconsciously aware of our proximity to a divine threshold. Disappointment is what most vividly ascertains this premise. Few things are more disappointing than a sample of a human intellectual endeavor bearing a great title; we feel, at some level, that the one responsible reaches out aimlessly towards that which they can not truly posses. A great title is a portrait of the divine and that which follows is tainted by an ignorant and overzealous limited mind.

© 2017 ThiagoIgel

My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Added on October 6, 2017
Last Updated on October 6, 2017