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&039;Yes,&039; he said, &039;I understand&039;

&039;But that doesn&039;t mean you&039;ll understand it in two days&039; time You&039;ll be left with the dead husks of words, and you&039;ll think there&039;s still so wrapped up in them That&039;s what all the humans think They seriously believe that they possess spiritual treasures and sacred texts&039;

&039;So what you&039;re saying is that words can&039;t reflect the truth?&039;

I shook my head in confirmation

&039;Two times two is four,&039; he said &039;That&039;s the truth, isn&039;t it?&039;

&039;Not necessarily&039;

&039;Why?&039;

&039;Well, for instance, you&039;ve got two bollocks and two nostrils Two times two But I don&039;t see any four in that&039;

&039;What if we add the to add nostrils to bollocks? Leave that sort of thing to huht about it Then he asked: &039;And when&039;s the superolf supposed to come?&039;

&039;The super-olf comes every time you see the truth&039;

&039;And what is the truth?&039;

I didn&039;t answer

&039;What is it?&039; he repeated

I didn&039;t say anything

&039;Eh?&039;

I rolled esture that really suits er&039;

&039;Surely it&039;s clear enough? My silence is the answer&039;

&039;But can you answer in words? So that I could understand?&039;

&039;There&039;s nothing there to understand,&039; I replied &039;When you&039;re asked the question "what is truth?" there&039;s only one way you can answer it without lying You must see the truth within yourself, on the inside But on the outside you must keep silent&039;

&039;And do you see this truth within yourself?&039; he asked

I said nothing

&039;All right, I&039;ll put it a different way When you see this truth within yourself, what exactly do you see?&039;

&039;Nothing,&039; I said

&039;Nothing? And that&039;s the truth?&039;

I said nothing

&039;If there&039;s nothing there, then why do we talk about truth at all?&039;

&039;You&039;re confusing the cause and the effect We don&039;t talk about truth because there&039;s so there On the contrary, we think therethere because the word "truth" exists&039;

&039;Exactly The word exists, doesn&039;t it? Why?&039;

&039;Just because Forever wouldn&039;t be long enough to untangle all the cunning tricks words play You can think up an infinite nuether this way and that way, and every ti will stick to them It&039;s pointless That sparrow over there doesn&039;t have any questions for anybody But I don&039;t think he&039;s any further away froht not knoho Lacan and Foucault were Although they supposedly had that counter-brainwashing courseBut in any case I knew I ought to express myself more simply

&039;In short, it&039;s all because of words that the humans are stuck up shit creek And the were-creatures with theh we are were-creatures, we speak their language&039;

&039;But words exist for a reason, don&039;t they?&039; he said &039;If people really are stuck up shit creek, we need to understand why, don&039;t we?&039;

&039;When you&039;re up shit creek, there are two things you can do First - you can try to understand why you&039;re up there Or second - you can get out of there The mistake that individuals and entire nations make is to think these two actions are so out of shit creek is a lot easier than understanding why you&039;re stuck up it&039;

&039;Why?&039;

&039;You only have to get out of shit creek once, and after that you can forget about it But to understand why you&039;re stuck up it takes a lifetime Which you&039;ll spend stuck up there&039;

We sat in silence for a while, gazing into the darkness

Then he asked: &039;But even so What do people have language for, if it gives therief?&039;

&039;In the first place, so they can lie In the second place, so they can wound each other with the barbs of venomous words In the third place, so they can discuss what doesn&039;t exist&039;

&039;And what does exist as well?&039;

I raised one finger

&039;What&039;s this?&039; he asked &039;Why are you giving er, I&039; There&039;s no need to discuss what does exist It&039;s right there in front of you anyway It&039;s enough just to point to it&039;

We didn&039;t talk any , but I knew the first seeds had fallen on fertile ground All I could do noait for the next opportunity

In case anyone thinks our way oflove is a perversion (tailechery, he&039;d called it eh? You couldn&039;t forget that in a hurry) I advise them to take a closer look at what people do to each other First they wash their bodies and remove the hairs from them, then they spray liquids on themselves to kill their natural sed by that) - and all in order to make themselves fuckable for a short while And after the act of love they i details of personal hygiene

Even worse than that, people are ashamed of their own bodies or dissatisfied with theths to lose weight and they have silicone breast ieons have even invented an illness, &039;micromastia&039; - that&039;s when the breasts are smaller than a pair of waterspecial tablets so that they&039;ll still work afterwards If there were no market in illnesses, there wouldn&039;t be any market in medicines - that&039;s the Hippocratic secret that doctors swear a solemn oath never to reveal

Hu It can be killed by a few stupid words, a bad smell, sloppily appliedat all Moreover, this can happen instantaneously, and no hu has any control over it And this iree than everything else that is huicoe because it doesn&039;t even see it

The best description I ever heard of this abyss was given by a certain red coic ht beside the wheels of his armoured train He put it this way: &039;Somehow I can&039;t understand any irl&039;s beautiful and soulful face I have to fuck her wet, hairy cunt!&039; It&039;s put in a coarse, peasant fashion, but the essential point has been grasped precisely And by the way, before he ran off forever into the rain-soaked expanse of autuht: &039;If you think about it, a woman&039;s attractiveness has less to do with her hairstyle or the lighting than with h, of course, in recent yearsencroaching upon their solitude This sport, which was dubious enough to begin with, has now become like a downhill slalom: the risk to your life is about the same, except that it&039;s not the twists and turns in the piste that you have to watch, you have to make sure your ski-suit doesn&039;t coes in this activity absurd in the role of a e what&039;s perverted and what isn&039;t

Were-creatures&039; attraction to each other is less dependent on impermanent external allure But of course, it does play a part I guessed that what had happened to Alexander would affect our intio so deep Alexander was as caring with me as ever, but only within strict limits: it was as if a barbed-wire fence had been erected at the point where formerly his affection had spilled over into intiht that in his new forht - I couldn&039;t say that this black dog aroused the sali was very cute, it&039;s true But no more than that It could count on my affection But not my passion

Only that was siar human-style sex e realized how far we could be transported into a fairy-tale fantasy by our intertwined tails And so his metamorphosis was no more serious an obstacle to our passion than, say, the black underwear that he started wearing instead of grey But he didn&039;t see that I identified him with his physical receptacle Or perhaps the sense of shock at what had happened and his irrational feeling of guilt were so intense that he had simply forbidden himself to think about pleasure - after all, ically vulnerable than we are, for all their show of toughness

I didn&039;t take the initiative But not because I didn&039;t find him attractive any more It&039;s always nice when the man takes the first step, and I instinctively followed that rule Perhaps, I thought, he&039;s feeling miserable, and he needs time to couess where his proble about that philosopher Berkeley,&039; he said &039;The guy who thought that everything only exists when it&039;s perceived &039;

&039;Yes, I was,&039; I agreed

I really had tried to explain it to hiree of success

&039;So then sex and ?&039;

I was du only exists by virtue of perception, then irl&039;

&039;Not entirely Berkeley said that objects exist in the perception of God The idea of a beautiful girl is siirl is God&039;s idea&039;

&039;Both of theood to make love to God&039;s idea, and bad to make love to your own idea?&039;

&039;And that&039;s Kant&039;s categorical iot all the bases covered,&039; he runtled, and walked off into the forest

After that conversation I realized he was in urgent need ofhis pride

When he came back from his walk in the forest and lay down on a bamboo oing through the DVDs wewith us It turns out we have a filoing to watch it on?&039; he asked

&039;On my notebook It&039;s a sood We can sit close&039;

&039;What&039;s the fil Kar Wai A pastiche of nineteen-sixties Hong Kong&039;

&039;And what&039;s it about?&039;

&039;It&039;s all about us,&039; I said &039;Two people living in roo fond of each other&039;

&039;Are you kidding?&039;

I picked up the box of the DVD and read the brief blurb out loud:

&039;"Su and Chow lived in neighbouring rooms Su&039;s husband and Chou&039;s wife are away all the tiift fronizes Chow&039;s tie, a gift froh they say nothing, they realize that theirunfaithful with each other What should they do? Perhaps they should simply surrender to the sweet music of the ,&039; he said &039;All right then, let&039;s surrender &039;

I put the laptop on the floor and put the DVD in the disc drive

For the first twentyor reacting in any way I knew the film off by heart, and so I didn&039;t really watch it, I watched him instead - out of the corner of ot the chance, I moved closer to him, sank my hand into his fur and turned hi with his tail towardsthe screen, but didn&039;t say anything