The man who thought it was the only one on the world I

The man who thought it was the only man on the world was a simple man, he loved eating apples, having long walks on the beach, and talk with others. The only man on the world had simple needs and also the need to survive, how he survived we cannot know, the only man of the word lived in a tiny house and had tiny needs, as breathing and eating. But the only man of the entire world had the pathological need to know. He wanted to know all of the books, all of the stars, and perhaps the entire solar system, nothing was out of his need if he had just a couple of books and an apple, a pear and perhaps a pencil to draw. This fairy of your world, lived in a tiny house, he spelled a lot of books, and enchanted his living, the man of the world did not knew anything about the human need, how to put a word in a sentence, or how to make it acceptable in society. The only man of the world lived by just fairly rules ruled by mighty poets and mighty kings. 

And the only man of the world did not know the pain of the children's and the agony of discrimination or the excruciating pain of their friends which whom he knew for so long.

Those people of the worlds crawl in Schubert's sonnets, but did not know how to name an original emotion out of their spectrum or out of the heart. And the man of the world was governed by the classic rules, the man of the knights or the tales explained by their good intentions, whom lived only to fulfil their prophecies of strong and good cavaliers, of the intelligent people who play the best game.

Or of the social sociopath whom does not know how to act.

this man, and this game, is probably crawling in someone's insides, with which perhaps  cannot communicate.