— Tell me, what would you call a person's duality? One non-human and one super-human, something like that? — You could say a person has two beings. A human's two different beings revolve around the importance of other people in their life and circumstances. Take, for instance, someone who appears terribly serious from the outside, speaks less than necessary, doesn't even look directly at people when speaking. You'd think all that lava must always be boiling! That same person becomes a simple child around the one they love most... letting loose torrents of unnecessary and illogical chatter; laughing hysterically at the most ordinary things; their gaze adorned with so much tenderness, so much love!
— She's a girl from a story, one not yet born yesterday. — Is that so! — Then you are not a forest, woman! You are the story of water itself! Today on this cloudy day, friend, don't remain in separation, Keep yourself wrapped carefully in the warmth of the heart. Beautiful good wishes of the blessed night, Neel.
— Our times fail terribly at meeting face to face, I can't touch you properly even when I wish! Are you the classical lover-person of all things forbidden, is that it? — Just two people, drawing life in the language of eyes through infinite silence. These days, the circle of endings... how much more! Tell me, when we say we're "doing well," does that mean anything? — Someone's "doing well" can mean—not doing well, someone suffering, someone perhaps sulking, someone reluctant to reveal their true state, someone actually doing very well indeed. — Do you know how formless a person I've become while living? You don't know, do you, Neel! — You never told me! — What a simple response! You know how to walk right past things! — You're an armored person, reaching you and treading a thorny path are the same thing! — I don't think there's anything like that to it. You're overthinking it unnecessarily! — That's how I see it... someone you have to search for intently even under crystal-clear water. — What do I know, I don't think about it so much! — Because you claim to be so simple, the path breaks again and again when I try to find you. — Not a claim exactly, I told you the truth. — Truth is far too relative. — It could be. — You know how to speak in measured doses, that's your own special trait. How is time passing? — Just like it used to before. — You mean trapped in a circle? — So I'm a person revolving in circles, is that it? — Everyone else is too! — Neel, the conversation doesn't move forward anymore, does it! Look, One day we'll know for certain, we won't talk anymore, one day all words will be known, the last word has been spoken, yet the last word never gets said in the end. We set out to write a story of a city of joy and somehow so smoothly... entered the city of separation! You make me into a one-sided person! Say something at least! — I'm thinking, what are the people of this world like! Are humans and God the same being? Or should I say, God only dwells within humans, keeping His essence entirely His own?
— Human, you must become a true God. I won't go further than this, Neel. I am a fallible human, how can I walk breaking the shore of infallible God-belief! You know, a warm breath can express much more than all the words I've spoken. When that breath freezes and accumulates in the chest, a person no longer belongs to themselves. Humans are essentially idealists. Idealism keeps humans somewhat alive. I've talked with my self, and it too is in favor of waiting. You will cross through much of my solitude, even if you don't wish it I will walk touching palm to palm with you—perhaps touching the body of abstract time. I don't know if the people of brown evenings ever find the city of moonlight, but I will still walk the path...if even a little can be found at last! Yes, I have no alternative to this waiting, no alternative but this walking. — I've forgotten, can't remember, where I wrote down the address of the new moon night!
— Those who say "I've forgotten everything"—can they actually forget anything? Forgetting isn't really possible, staying silent is possible, burning up in self-immolation is possible. Because they can't forget, humans live on hope. No, I won't forcibly wake you, I'll wait thinking you'll become wakeful, perhaps in such waiting I'll meet the final waiting. — Autumn has come, do you sense it? Have you ever picked shiuli flowers? Sometimes I think I'm a junk person; you could say, an annoying person. I don't get along with myself, that's not an issue. But when I hang pictures of despair in people's eyes, I think I didn't need to do that. Still I make mistakes, I seek out another alien despair! I can't speak of that story of life... where people become pure, become aesthetic. I'm not needed for any story, I don't need stories, I just lie to one side! Still I enter others' stories, you could call me shameless! Then suddenly face to face with you, I seemed to glimpse a different current of life. Walking side by side I made you stumble. You said my purity is questionable, or that I'm not a conversational person. I was hurt. I told myself, now reduce the intensity of desire. My self is perhaps weakened by the weight of age. So I told you simple words, what is real. You raised the question that one who isn't a companion to their own words has questionable truth-content. I told myself to accept, told myself repeatedly, explained. It said, it would be good if defeat becomes pure at life's end. I told you again, not all my words have literal meaning, I speak in third meanings, which I don't understand myself except when writing! You didn't accept it. You said, at most you could offer friendship. There it is, thus a short story, unwritten and perhaps unreadable too.
— A small mistake...I never said humans become pure. I have no question about your purity either, never did. I myself am not a pure person. Humans don't become absolutely pure. I don't know if I've consciously questioned your purity, if I did it was by mistake. I didn't realize it myself. I've said many times in conversation that I don't believe pure humans exist. But why I questioned your purity, I still don't understand. I stated my position; you could call it self-defense. — Your words are right, you did say this... humans never become completely pure. — I spoke of my position. My expectation is that you'll understand me. But I won't say to give me space beyond your own nature. I can only tell myself that the remaining time must pass with a life of many mistakes.