- You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, he said. Truly a phantom of delight.
- Yes, she responded, watching him die beneath her.
- You are happiness. We've never met. I am confused. How I long for us to unite.
He jumped the bridge, flew majesticly, filled with fear. Head confidently held high.
The smell of purity, the sense of beauty, the mind all so clear. Laying every part of his beeing bare, uncovering
every truth unconsciously denied, hurting awaiting reaction.
- Yes, I love you, you are handsome.
In a perfect world.
Words, fictious, distorted by his instinct of self-preservation, leaves him hanging. As she turns a flash of
insight penetrates him, stripping him of wings. His mind unwillingly realising the lack of safety nets.
It's tough to be a clown.
Well come back often for more fine displays of quasi-literary bullshit. I'm full of it.
- Perhaps beauty and truth are synonyms.
- Probably not.
- But in beauty lies something so pure. Beholding beauty sooths, there are no mixed feelings. Beauty just makes sense.
- Naa, don't think so.
- What about nature then?
- What'bout it?
- It is natural. Not made, not stained.
- What is true?
- Shut up.
- No, just listen now. The only truths we'll ever find are those in pure emotions. Except in axiom sciences,
but those are just postulates anyway. Therefore there are no universal truths.
- I've got more money than you do.
The crux of the matter was the topic of today's physics-class. Little Joey wondered what crux means.
- Well it's like this, mr began. If you have a poodle that is red and you dye it blue, it will still
be red, see?
- Well, the core of the poodle doesn't change by changing it's external appearance, see?
- Do poodles have cores, mr? little Joey asked.
- Not in a literal sense, no.
- Well, then your story sucked, mr, little Joey said.
Little Joey rocks.
- There shall be no governance. I believe in man. Noone is born evil. We are social creatures
meant to live together in absolute freedom.
- Noway, we need a system, a society based on laws and common ways. Society protects us, rules
come from ethical matters of course.
- That's just our view of man differing.
- Yea well, I've got a thousand years of proof of man's incapability of living at peace with others.
It's in our instinct to compete, the urge for triumf. We all want to feel better, right?
- A life in harmony fullfilling your basic needs with no unfair or unnecessary abundance brings the
- Boring. We need differences. How can anyone say that he's happy if he's never been sad? Besides,
injustice, rewards for accievements, motivates us. It gives us a purpose with life.
- That purpose is an illusion developed from the shortcomings of a governed society. A true purpose,
meaning if you want, can only be found where you are left uninfluenced by your surroundings.
- I still reject that way of life. I never feel so alive as when I experience the mix of fear and
happiness, anger and fixity of purpose. I'd choose sadness before apathy seven days a week.