Random humans or are they?

Do you ever wonder about the people you see walking around every day? About who they are, what are they doing; acting like the rest everyone has something to do and somewhere to go. Follow around the right person and you will find that their day consists of nothing but random existence. Today's subject is a man of unknown racial origin, wearing black shoes, black socks, black pants, black shirt, black gloves, black hair, and more than likely black under garments; this man is wearing a trench coat and gloves despithte it being nothing more than a 75 degree cloudy summer day. I follow him around, at times he stands and stops in busy areas and crowded sidewalks for 15 min to 20 at a time and just looks at people. I know what he is doing, he is analyzing every person of interest he sees. This man is different from most people, in fact he is smarter than most and feels life more, i gaze at him from across the street. He looks like he can see the future of all those who he gazes at, and I notice when someone brushes agains him he winces as if a suddent torrent of mental strain or a migraine has come upon him. Yes, i know what is going on here he has the perception that so many others deny, he can feel the pain of the world. This leads me to believe that he must be insane by now, for no man could bear that pain and still live unless dramatic measures were taken.

Occasionally he reaches deep into his trench coat and people stare assuming he is pulling a gun out; but instead binoculars come out and he acts as an eagle or falcon in the midst of thousands of sparrows. Marking his prey and paying his attention only to them, ignoring all others. I notice that this man has an affinity for seeing people's inner truths, he only speaks to certain people with some sort of potential he can detect. I wonder if he can see their auras if you beleieve in such a thing. This man has been on the corner for 17 min gazing into nothing and everyone. He gets on the bus, i follow quickly at a red light and catch it, sitting on the bus hiding behind a newspaper, never looking even once at him yet his eyes have been burning into me the entire 45 min ride. Literally i wanted to jump up and scream and hug, kiss, and punch him all at once; this man somehow puts me at unease like he knows i have been following him but that is impossible. A woman with a crying child gets on the bus and sits opposite the man, the child bawls loudly and disrupts everyone on the bus. The man whispers something to the mother and the child suddenly stops crying and only sniffles, the man then preforms a magic trick for the child and the child is silent until the mother and the child exit the bus. The man has gone to a secluded area after making a few normal stops at quick-e-marts. He now carries a black bag holding his goods. I follow him making sure he never sees me to a beach with a single tree on it, the man goes under the tree and sits on a stone and begins to feed a squirrel dried nuts from his hand, he lights up a cigarette then yells extremely loudly yet somehow softly to come have a drink and a smoke. I stay frozen where i am he yells again but it seems like a whisper, i decide to run but my legs lurch forward and are drawn to him. I want nothing more than to leave but i find my self standing before him no more than 3 feet away. He tells me to sit and offers me a smoke a drink and conversation. The first words of the conversation started with him tossing me a coffee drink, handing me a cig by making it jump out of the box circa 1940's, then he somehow lights the cigarette in less than a second so i dont even realize it has been lit. The man says so, you have been following me since the train station, that is about one hour and nine miles ago, how may i inform you kiddo?

I promised to not tell of what we spoke about but i can assure you he was no normal person, he opened my eyes in a way that is indescribable, i had no idea there existed people who see and think how he does, almost a Buddha figure but if he heard me say that he would instantly denounce it. I cannot help but wonder what was his purpose for that day, why did he not busy himself with trivial tasks like we all tend to? He had the grace of ballerina and all the carefree abandon of a man told he has 30 days to live; yet he maintained a sort of regality reserved for royalty even though he assured me he is quite poor. How and why do these people exist? Are they like the rest of us? Or rather as Judaism would have you believe, they are some sort of Holy Beggar? I was told that people like him are all around but you must know how to spot them and usually they can only be spotted by others yet he told me that all of them are lonely because they hate each other and only can be understood by each other. I was told he has two brothers, i would very much like to find them and him again, if anyone ever see's this Large black man around Chicago please let me know. He told me he goes by many names but i could call him Thanatos