Interview part two

[Guest guest]

R: Yesterday, you became agitated and threw me out.L: Yes.R: You told me not to come back again, and yet today, you called me. Why did you change your mind?L: I didn't change my mind. I still don't want to see the one you were yesterday.R: But I'm the same today.L: No, you're not. You just believe that.R: How am I different?L: The world is not the same as it was yesterday, and you're a tiny expression of that world. So you could not have remained unchanged.R:That reminds me, you said yesterday you were everything, and yet,you are trying to spread your madness to others. If they are you, shouldn't they be mad too?L: I endlessly replicate myself. I endlessly forget myself to rediscover myself. It's cosmic senility.R: (smiling) So you are both mad and senile, and despite that, you find this condition desirable.L: Yes, eternal memory and consistency would be unendurable hell. R: I am still unable to understand how can we be the same, and yet, I don't share your madness.L: Are water vapor, liquid water, and ice the same substance?R: YesL: But they neither look, feel or behave in the same way. What creates this apparent difference? R: Heat.L: Heat is molecular activity. A madman in an asylum, you ( a normal person) and I (a functional, happy lunatic) differ only in our level of activity.R: Please explain these levels of activities.L: The activity in a dysfunctional madman is non-stop, chaotic; in a normal person that activity is channeled and controlled by social constrains. This constrains give this person the illusion of self- will; what little activity is in me, issues from total immobility, complete rest. I am the rest from which the universal movement appears to issue.R: How did you come to find this eternal rest?L: I tried all sorts of methods until I became disenchanted with activity- all activity.R: What brought about this disenchantment?L: I just saw the futility of it all. There was no one single cause.R: So now, you sit and contemplate your navel.L: There is a lot of contemplation, but life goes on as usual. I paythe bills, go shopping, talk to neighbors. No one knows I'm a lunatic.Not even my wife.R: Do you still have sex?L:Yes, why not? Sex, dancing, singing, drinking. Nothing interferes with eternal rest.R: Do you foresee a time everyone will be like that?L: No.R: So despite the fact that you claim to be everything, and despite the fact that you claim all these levels of activity will always be there, youstill insist in preaching eternal rest.L: Yes, a madman can't help muttering to himself.

 

Pete