Or are you both?
And what do you lust after?
How can such a thing as lust even be,
When it is provable that you are nothing but a temporary agglomeration of atoms.
Wavelengths of energy, as it were.
Who this moment has this form, but not for long,
And is not even fully present in this form.
For do you not think?
And in thinking, do you not think of places?
Am I then to think these places of which you think are... thought in your head or are they in your head?
Or are they somewhere else?
In thinking of them, do you see them?
In seeing of them, are they real?
If they are not real, will you then say that what you see before you now is more or less real, therefore you only know it by the seeing?
Is that not so?
Yes, I thought as much.
Because I would submit to you, my friend, that you are surrounded by allegory.
All of this is allegory.
All of it.
All of it.
This is allegory. This flesh.
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