aphorisms...take two - Being Unique...

a boy once saw something very minute...small particles that shone in varied colours ...

the minute particles at once caught his fancy...and the boy realised that he saw these particles easily when he narrowed his eyes or he when there was a a single ray of sun entering a dark room...

Maybe this was something special, something only he could see and probably he had some power which no one else had. This feeling of being a unique human-being overwhelmed him.

And it became his guarded secret. It made him happy and made him think that he was part of a bigger scheme of things.
One day he shared it with someone very close to him, a person who possessed more scientific knowledge than he did. This person told him that those things he saw can be seen by everybody else and are just dust particles. Shattering his belief was the best the person did.

But the small boy is not the only one who harnesses such beliefs. Every human being tries to find smallest of things that would make hi or her unique. This feeling of exclusivity has always captured humans.

every human has a tendency to feel unique, special and unparrelled ; that feeling makes him or her ordinary.