- You spend too much time on me.
- Time?
- I have put it wrong. Why is there so much attention to such an ordinary person?
- I have not thanked you yet.
- For the story? You are welcome.
- It has been coming to me in disquiet bits. But this way, in one short stretch…
- It has been reaching you then?
- But you should know that it comes not from you alone.
- What is “it?” There is no “it.” There is only “mine.” Try to say to the one in love that his singular feelings are familiar to anyone, and see how mysteriously he would smile at you. What is there to say about death? Death is a personal matter way over. It touches every single one too deeply to share it with all. What seems common, is a trifle, trinket. Do not bother even notice it.
- I agree. But does it make sense to blow up every instance that much?
- As I have told you before, you shouldn’t have squeezed it out of me. But since you wanted to hear it yourself – it does. Sky-high! Up to your very dwelling! You should probably know all this, lest you would not realize what balls you made here.
- Well, well. I see you have grown up quite a bit since our last quarrel. Feeling at ease, eh?
- I am feeling at ease to such a point that I am ready, when matter eliminates my body, to take all this bitter, dirty, and beautiful experience with me if I get lucky. Exactly in this shape – not in your unfathomable impression. Then I would be able to have it out with you. Because now you have come in your own volition and it is nonsense, it could not have happened. And I am still silent as before, and not in dispute with you. As a last resort, I can consider it preliminary testing. But when I come not limping – one foot here another there as your righteous ones suggest – but completely legless, the issue will be not the downtrodden one and your appearance in thunder and lightning, but our very first conversation. This time your predictions and my uneducated anticipations would be not of ethical requirement’s nature but based on already existing Universe, may it be one of many.