_ Life, a thought-borne virus. Coaxing... one thought stroking another; enticing. Perhaps now you understand the futility of all endeavor, and in what manner this realization allows for us to be vital and fully alive.
_ What you say makes no sense; and... and, mind you, I understand fully, for I walk the same trackless path; forever here, condemned, as it were, to a so strange freedom.
_ I gather that we all do, that we all are, that we all walk toward our own particular uncertainty; some know it, and some don't.
_ Maybe more to the point is that, regardless of what we presume others know, or don't know, the act of knowing replaces not knowing in an exercise called bravery, a bravery contingent upon being strong enough to stand the shock of realizing the auto-erotic nature of thought and the lifeless life it references.
_ The memory of water is what inspires elephants.
_ A worst case scenario? Drops forming more drops; a pass of ducks; a silent scream.
_ A salient point.
_ Is there any other?
_ No, not really.
_ What about the children? What about those left behind?
_ We've been left behind; we're children destined to die. Upon whose shoulders do we perch to gain our exalted view?
_ Drops forming more drops; the pristine memory of untroubled waters. Don't expect to be lauded should you choose to dive.
_ No. It's not until the next morning that the wisdom of leaving the party early is evident to those new to the envelope of memory's strange chamber.
_ Remind me to never return here.
_ Said the drop to the drop.
_ Hmm... I feel somewhat out of place not having a bag full of dog shit when I'm out on the stroll.
_ I could loan you an elephant - I have a friend who's a lion tamer. Do you have a large, heavy canvas duffle bag.
_ Duffle - French for big steaming....
_ Chai?
_ Oui, mister.
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... And the men had chai amidst an insanity posing.
... To leave early and never return.
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