Imagine for me, a man.

He does not eat, 

He does not laugh.

He does not, cry.

He has no thought.

He blinks,

And he breathes.

That is all he does and no more.

To add to his predicament,

He is alone.

He and no one else, but he is alive.

This is the man I hope you think about.

This very man,

Who does not eat, 

Or laugh,

Or, even cry.

Who has no thought.

But he blinks,

And breathes.

I could be a layman,

In my understanding 

Of the human anatomy,

But please, imagine nonetheless,

That all he does is blink, and breathe.

This man, is he unimaginable?

I should think he is,

If not very close to that reality.

This man does not exist. 

He is by all means fictional.

For the very imaginative however,

Or the brilliant,

Whatever one may call you:

He is not now, nor was he dead and yes,

His day to day activities are all his own.

He is flesh and blood as we.

My apologies for stifling your creativity,

The deepest of them.

I shall reiterate, this man is fictional.

But he is the only man,

Who can be called uneducated.

The only uneducated man ever, 

He does not exist.