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Friday, September 01, 2006

 

The Mirror: The Mage Center

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I am gilded, but I am not a mirror.
W: Are you a reflecting pond?
M: In the street, there is always a tendency, internal and external both, to move on.
W: How about in the plaza?
M: We see what we don't get until we get it, then we see what we don't get again.
W: It sounds as though you're feeling disappointed and frustrated.
M: I have no name for this experience.
W: Maybe it's an existential funk.
M: Words?
W: Are silver.
M: It's a distraction.
W: Then images, pure?
M: Why shouldn't I think about that?
W: Go ahead, think about it all day long, and all night too.
M: I think you should answer it honestly.
W: It's true, I am being facetious.
M: I want to know before I plunge in.
W: You want to make sure I am in earnest before confessing yourself.
M: Does deep water scare you?
W: Only if you mean that metaphorically.
M: That must be a special talent.
W: It is, it's called prosody.
M: They probably are.
W: What are they doing right now?
M: It's true, I am being facetious.
W: But that doesn't tell me what they are doing, I want to know.
M: So be it.
W: You accept that I want to know, but you refuse to enlighten me.
M: Only if you mean that metaphorically.
W: Well, I don't mean turn on the fluorescents.
M: I don't follow you.
W: To be enlightened doesn't happen with the use of fluorescent lamps.
M: But that doesn't tell me what they are doing, I want to know.
W: I thought you knew what they were doing over there.
M: Wise men.
W: Wise men like the Magi?
M: I know I feel weak all over, but where most?
W: Perhaps in the Mage-center.
M: Is it a whim to have experiences?
W: It depends on how one approaches them, with what attitude.
M: When your mind drifts off, do you imagine winning the Nobel Prize?
W: I don't think I have ever imagined that.
M: The personality type of encyclopedia writers must be highly methodical.
W: I am highly methodical.
M: Aren't we all.
W: No, many people just strike out wildly without thinking first.
M: Does that glass shatter easily?
W: Are you talking about your own glass, the glass of your being?
M: What do you do when others are noisy?
W: I generally leave, before things can get ugly.
M: You may not find this easy to accept, but I say that this is the failure to arrive at the impasse.
W: True, I am not one for confrontations.
M: I'm not looking for wit, but for substance.
W: But will you accept wit in place of the so-called higher game?
M: I interpret that as a change in priorities.
W: My priority is supposed to be to finish a script.
M: You can't follow my mathematical metaphor?
W: Sorry, I missed your equation, it must have left on the boat-train.
M: Perhaps in the Mage-center.
W: Are we traveling toward the Mage Center?
M: The domestic animals do this in secret, so that masters will not have to readjust.
W: Cats could certainly be mages.
M: What happens when --
W: You didn't finish your sentence.
M: How can that be a decision?
W: You broke off in the middle, inadvertently?
M: You didn't finish your sentence.
W: I finished my sentience.
M: Well, I must go to work now.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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