Charvaka looked at Vrisha.
‘You mean,’ said Vrisha, ‘this being might not be able to say — see — what we were talking about?’
‘Exactly. But he might be able to tie what he saw to what our language did. To how we moved each other with it.’
‘But...’ Vrisha picked up a dice. ‘But doesn’t that support my point... That this is perhaps not a dice?’
‘You must be careful where you’re standing, my boy. If you’re standing in the world of men, there is only one possible answer: of course that is a dice: a single, tetrahedral dice, and nothing but a dice. Our common language is expressly designed so that what I have just said is perfectly true. It is designed expressly so that anyone denying that fact is uttering a blatant falsehood! We cannot, within our daily round, stretch the common language b
