Whispers
by Kitsune
Spike> for if infinity is effectively 0... and vice versa.... then am I
- me or am I you? and vice versa too
[SouthOfMorjia] You said it, everyone can change, has a chance to exist
- anew, static leads to dynamic.
[SouthOfMorjia] There really is no static then.
Spike> its a frame of mind....
Spike> and speaking of minds... I've lost mine...
[SouthOfMorjia] We are eachother yes. But this leads back to the idea of
- flesh, as I was saying. We are apart in the flesh and this confuses most
- most most.
Spike> hrmmm confusion is good..
Spike> it leads to insight
Spike> and insight ultimately leads to wisdom... which in turn leads to
- misunderstanding... which leads back to confusion
[SouthOfMorjia] If you are confused then you haven't lost your mind, hold on
- to this insight and forever you will know where you stand stand stand.
Spike> the wheel always turns
Spike> and if it stops then we cease to be
[SouthOfMorjia] When one loses their mind their wheel stops turning.
Spike> no... when one loses their mind... the wheel turns inwards
Spike> it doesn't stop... just turns differently
Spike> the wheel only stops when one becomes static... refusing to
- change... refusing to see
Spike> but that is only temporary
[SouthOfMorjia] Insanity then is good, yes? Sanity is static if one stays
- there for too much time.
Spike> same with insanity... one must alternate between the banal and the
- fantastic... else one becomes mundane
Spike> but now the lesson is over...
Spike> the only question is who was teaching you or me?
[SouthOfMorjia] To be insane yet to still function is the task many try to
- achieve.
Spike> true... too true... I think I need to ponder more though
[SouthOfMorjia] You know the answer, for there is no answer and nothing
- leads to everything so soon as the wheel turns you will know.
Spike> now I need to go
Spike> g'bye though we shall talk again
[SouthOfMorjia] Yes yes yes, I will see you sometime. Perhaps.
The Present
An unmarked grave
The stillness is broken by the ocassional bird.
Holding a half burnt photo and releasing it to the wind, a brunette walks away to a waiting car.
Logging into a familiar laptop, she smiles as a prompt comes up
Trying TCP connection to xxx:8879 ...
>> The remote machine has accepted the network request ... please wait.
Welcome to (main server)
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