I:
it's an illusion...
indeed, it is...
but not against truth...
We:
illusion?
and not against truth?
you speak of smile and laughter?
no, it can't be either...
I:
be quite for a while, I beg you...
and let your sight be opened
and your ears be alarmed
at least for a moment...
We:
remember, you were against laughter!
I:
Yes, I was! but not against truth!
We:
you aren't a liar!
yes, it can be either...
I:
illusion may be fact
but fact may not be truth...
they differ... and they are together
like father and mother...
We:
but we remind you
of your father's sperm!
I:
it's an illusion
indeed, it is...
but not against truth...
We: .........
I:
do you listen?
that strange noise within the 'Self'
like a plain crash on a barren gulf!
We:
yes, we do...
it turns into a great lamentation...
yes, we do...
I:...........
We:
do you listen?
there we are! laughing
not lamenting...
I:
yes, I do...
its not an illusion...
but against truth...
We:
but you were against laughter...
weren't you? is it also an illusion?
I:
your eyes are open!
and I am there, not in that illusion
neither in that lamentation...
We:
you are scared!
aren't you? scared of the truth...
I:
THE Truth?
illusion... again its an illusion...
yes, it is!
We:
your eyes are closed!
we see, that you are blind!
we cry... yes, we do...
and for you, we lament...
I:
please do lament for me...
if your cry can change the truth...
I laugh in my 'Self'
not for the changed truth
but for the unchanged illusion...
