PLUNDERTECHNICS

There. A man.

He understands that he cannot even begin to grasp the breadth of what will happen to him in his lifetime.

He will not fully know the people he'll meet. What makes them tick. What machinations turn, clank, and whizz behind their faces as they introduce themselves.

He will not be able to foresee the consequences of a smile he gives to a child, a stack of blueberry pancakes he cooks for his family, or the applause he makes for a community play.

He will not appreciate the time it will take to go through a whole package of fireworks with his friends until one summer evening, many years later, the smell of fire and color helps him remember how the cold beer went flat in his mouth.

He will not realize that at the very same moment he feels chills go up his spine from listening to a street musician perform, fifteen other people around him are having the exact same physical response. The sheer amount of dopamine swirling through everyone's brains is enough to make anyone completely numb.

But, he understands that he cannot completely grasp these events, even as he experiences them. Their totality is one step beyond him.

Just over there.