I watched him in wooden blocks room. I looked at him and, at that moment, I captured all humanity.
He was dancing, but not with his five-year-old body. He was dancing with his emotions, from which we can not no the age. Actually, he was danced by his emotions.
They were provoking him to build the largest block building possible, bigger than any of his friends could do. They provoked him not to accept help and to work alone. They filled that little body with energy and determination. His great castle was all he could see. I watched him be filled with himself, and in that instant, I captured all humanity.
But every good dance moves to one side to make a turn and move to the other side. So now the emotions were making his eyes separate from his hands. The hands still danced the old dance movements excited of the conquest of putting more blocks on the top, but the eyes already were turned to the new dance movement of looking for a pair to dance. Emotions were agitating his eyes and his thoughts looking for the comfort of the others’ attention. His great castle became invisible and he could see was his friends. I watched him become emptied of himself, and in that instant, I captured all humanity.
And the less he enjoyed dancing alone, the more his emotions ran over him in search of a pair. And the more he was ran over by his emotions, the more he ran over his potential peers. And the more he trampled upon his possible peers, the more he saw himself alone. And the dance was now circular. Until his body, heavy with the sadness of been empty of himself, laid down on the floor. Beside the great castle built by this once great body full of himself, he now seemed to be a small and empty. I watched him give up on himself, and in that instant, I captured all humanity.
His eyes no longer saw the castle and preferred to close themselves to the dream of a dance not danced. Or to the sleep of an unrested body.
I watched leave the blocks room sleepy and tired. I looked at him and, at that moment, I captured all humanity.