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Monday, October 16, 2006

 

The Mirror: Time is easy to test via clock

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: The destination is a further realm, a point inside the emptiness, and then inside that, and inside that, continually.
W: Unless death just ends it all and nothingness ensues.
M: Should I leave the room?
W: Not quite yet.
M: You try to make sure that all the cats get all the bananas they want.
W: But that too will end.
M: The novels were better in the springtime of my life?
W: Yes, because then you thought you were immortal.
M: No, I am smiling.
W: The archaic smile.
M: Didn't you say you were asking people?
W: I never ask people questions of this nature.
M: (Looks at other)
W: Who is onstage with you?
M: Be on guard.
W: A dangerous individual?
M: None, really.
W: But you said there was an Other.
M: Let me wipe with a handkerchief.
W: Wiping the condensation from the glass?
M: You don't mind using your highly refined empathic faculties.
W: If they can be used without strain, OK.
M: Words fail me.
W: So make a gesture.
M: Wiping the condensation from the glass?
W: That's as good a gesture as any.
M: Quotations, perhaps.
W: You can quote East or West, whichever you like.
M: The archaic smile.
W: OK, West.
M: This was my idea from the beginning.
W: The primacy of the Western world?
M: I never ask people questions of this nature.
W: You must not know any scholars.
M: No, I don't disappear into my own chair.
W: You get out amongst 'em?
M: Which is why I turn to you for guidance.
W: Because you know I am the armchair sort.
M: But that's the only thing that is interesting to you?
W: It's not the chair that's interesting, it's where one's mind goes.
M: That's why it is so riveting.
W: Because it is a mental journey.
M: I love talking to you.
W: Thank you, I enjoy the exchange as well.
M: I won't let it out.
W: Don't tell anyone but the Web-viewing public.
M: Sweetness is more testable than time, I'd think.
W: Time is easy to test via clock.
M: Do I?
W: Do you have a clock available?
M: Perhaps you don't like this particular selection, so we'll see if we can come up with something different.
W: Is it a record selection?
M: There is happiness in discoveries, even if afterwards discoveries bring no happiness.
W: Virtue is all about what brings happiness after, not during.
M: Is it a whim to have experiences?
W: Follow that whim!
M: Excess is the expression of the press.
W: Yes, yes.
M: I don't blame you for not wanting to describe a junkie.
W: It depends what kind of junkie.
M: I'm worried when I see you applying pressure to your head.
W: I have not pressed the bridge of my nose lately.
M: Is it a record selection?
W: The sinuses are a kind of record, of good or bad living.
M: You can answer even when you're not required to do so.
W: I certainly don't do this out of other people's requirements.
M: Follow that whim!
W: (Whirls)
M: Life.
W: Life is a mad whirl, and then --
M: No magic?
W: Belief can't oppose natural law.
M: He who never dies finds love behind the multitude of doors.
W: That would be Jesus, and the like.
M: How are you really?
W: In despair.
M: Do you care about purity?
W: Lost innocence, more likely.
M: A door?
W: Just leads to more illusion.
M: Now that he's in China, he better learn how to use chopsticks.
W: He can eat sparsely, and read this or that Tsu.
M: One searches, therefore, for the nourishing sound that is the word that is all words.
W: I suppose that would be "Om."
M: Please write me, care of the wind.
W: Whirling in sand.
M: I've always been afraid to show my face.
W: The face that can be shown is not the eternal face.
M: Then what are you doing?
W: Showing my non-eternal face, of course.
M: I try to spell well, and to cast spells as well.
W: Scry me a river.
M: Belief can't oppose natural law.
W: So why don't we all die immediately, what is this turn-taking business?
M: Oh please, don't worry about it.
W: That was easier when I was younger, and more immersed in the show.
M: I suppose that would be "Om."
W: The show was not "Om" then, it was more like "Oh my."
M: It's easier to make up a story about B than to demonstrate it, mathwise.
W: Let's make up a story about A, B and C.
M: I suppose that would be "Om."
W: A said "Om," but then what did B say?
M: How can I adopt a freeing, hands-off policy, then?
W: That sounds entirely too difficult.
M: If he repeats himself, then it's a reassertion that stands in for having nothing to say.
W: So say nothing.
M: From a combo of books and doing.
W: How-to books?
M: You would prefer to be Eastern?
W: I am not Eastern.
M: We don't share it?
W: Are you Eastern?
M: Is this a trick?
W: It's a meaningless distinction, since we all die.
M: When that same story or anything else is really finished, those very same escape routes turn re-invisible.
W: No one can escape Death.
M: I bet you have a name.
W: You would win that bet.
M: Maybe he went underground for political reasons.
W: Then he would have to use a fake name.
M: It's towards me and away from me, all at once.
W: Waves on the shore.
M: I don't know either.
W: Let me introduce you to a wave.
M: The whole world should rejoice that I am here.
W: They should, but they are pretty much uninterested.
M: Then he would have to use a fake name.
W: He would have to use a pseudonym to get them interested?
M: This too, echoed like a thunderstorm in those random tables to which her measurements alluded.
W: Loud measurings are taking place.
M: He would have to use a pseudonym to get them interested?
W: Fake measurings, falsification of records.
M: To that extent, correct.
W: Correctly falsifying.
M: Fake measurings, falsification of records.
W: Lying, in short.
M: (Done)
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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