You start with the basics. You are a very simple person: "how does the world look?" What happens between sleeping and waking? Do you still know your name then? What do we hear in philosophy? And then life falls into repetition. Birds chirping, I'm hungry, I'm tired. The rhythm of warmth in the morning. What do I see there? And just waiting. What am I doing here?
“How does the world look?” you then ask another. What do you eat that I do not? The apple of knowledge and power. And just waiting for redemption, for enlightenment, “why is this so?”
And then you start again with the basics. The words flow, you and I? Where has the other gone? Whispering, you don't know who's listening. Danger? "Am I in danger?" And then rhythms of cold and heat. Day and night. I'm just a bit smarter, "right?" and just waiting. I am a very simple person, someone does something stupid and it's not me. Wait. Now I've got you!
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