"Little man...was a long time since I came here to visit your hovel. Isn't it?"
"It is for you, and for the man you think you're talking with. But that man exists only in what you think it is your mind."
His laugh was safe but not much as it should have been a little later. "Oh nice, so I see myself you are talking in a different way. This obviously means you're thinking in a different way. But is the thinking a process of the Self or a process of the man you are saying he's not here?"
"Well, I understand your question just when you laugh, few seconds ago. In those moments I saw your past and your future as my mind is clear to the world and allows it to show what people call secrets and secrets are not. It is for past and it is for future that this body will explain you the concept of what it is, and not the concept of what you call, the Self."
"Oh Jesus, you become a prose writer Des."
"I became what I needed, as the purpose of becoming is the Beauty Itself and nothing else. But you believe to know what thinking is, and you are maybe ready to confirm to the world that thinking is a past experiences evaluation process."
"If I'll confirm this, you should say I'll confirm it to what I feel is my own world."
"You're right. And you should tell your-own-world through me and my worlds, that thinking is a dead process as you cannot see any difference beetween your past experiences and your thoughts. Deeply, beetween your experiences and your thoughts. Deeply, your experiences are made of same nature of what you think your thougths are made of..."
His face became more sullen. "...and deeply Sir?"
"Deeply, what you are experimenting is radical placed in your mind, where perception and memory are the mother and father of this Universe."
"You're drunk man."
"Each Universe can be experimented by the same way of its nature."
"So, dual nature."
"Not exactly, it is a trinity with meaning made by two opposite states as the perception and the memory give the meaning of a life."
"I'm not following you now, and I'm not sure I wanna do that."
"So, why you came?" Euler seemed thinking while watching the window at my left. "Are you saying me I could have made all of what I saw, all of what I see and all of what I'll see!? I'm dead and I'm talking with an alive man!!"
"Who's alive and who is dead, my friend?"
"I AM DEAD. And you, you are alive!"
"No. Your mind is DEAD, and my worlds are ALIVE. Who is talking you is not the man you knew,is not the man you see. But these worlds are born in you and made for you, 'cause you are the sender and you are the receiver of them."
"Me. So I'm mad! I'm mad and I'm dead and I'm also talking with myself through a man seems to me alive!!"
"The way does not matter when compared to the purpose. Imagine a different talk. This is only a way."
"And how my world should be better after the concept that the world is made by same nature of my thoughts?"
"If you are every seconds, for every time, the sender and the receiver of perceptions, you should be something different of what you see. Something difference from the concept you made yours."
"Which concept?"
"You are, WHAT you think you are. WHERE you think you are. And WHEN you think you are. This is the product of the mother and the father, and this should be understood by you."
"So I'm the sender. And I'm the receiver."
"No."
"That is the mind?"
"Would be useful for you to find a demonstration why you should be something as sender, receiver, body or what you prefer."
"I'm allready sure there is not any demonstration as I'm sure there is not any demonstration of the opposite."
"Here you wrong, because the opposite of what it is not, it is. And the meaning is given."
"So I'm Nothing. You're Nothing...we are Anything!!" Euler raised his arms altered cursing at the ceiling.
"This is not the opposite. This is a same conclusion as we are not."
"I'm not following you again, Sir."
"There is no difference beetween words, the only difference could be in saying something and saying anything. In talking and remaing silent."
"So the silence is us?"
"Silence is not opposite to what it is not."
"Yes, you're drunk and as I'm tired I also forgot why I came into your hovel."
"You came here for the Beauty Itself."
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