._,.-*"^ "I don't think I have ever met a human, I see shadows of what they could be where I should be seeing what they are." He said, looking into the undeterminable sunset/sunrise behind the veil of fog. At this point I no longer remebered where I was.
"It's not that I'm seeing their greater pontential or anything like that, it's just options. Could've beens for eternities on end." A short look at me and he continues. "Raise your teacup to your lips and I'll see you throwing it in the wall, breaking it in your hand, emptying it in my face, picking up a knife instead, all kinds of things in addition to what I suppose you are actually doing." I have no tea, so I do no such thing.
"It's so extreme I'm just glad when I manage to say something that seems to fit the conceptiual reality of whoever I am talking with, I'm never talking to just one personality. That seems completely impossible to me, though I know most people don't agree, but rather a collection of interconnected personalities from various 'nows'. Any word can mean any other word in this context, it is impossible to tell what you yourself is actually saying." A flame flickers and a shadow dances with great fervor on the ground beside me, I realise I never knew where I was in the first place. I wonder if there is a difference between the two of us around the campfire.
"Nobody stays the same for two moments in a row, there is continual change. But nearly everybody denies their own changing nature at any given moment, they will behave and argue as if their thoughts are absolutes. As if they never change their minds, as if their world will stay the same forever."
"To me this seems insane, but I've learned that it's me who is the crazy one." I give up trying to find out if we are two, if we are sitting in the same place. Who hears, who speaks, or is neither action taking place? No way to tell for sure. |