"Tell me, was it just ill health that makde you do waht you did?" "That and..." "And what?" shrug. "The utter futility of everything. I see it even in flowers, hear it in music. All life aimless, without meaning." "What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning. Desire is the theme of all life! It makes a rose want to be a rose and want to grow like that. And a rock want to contain itself and remain like that"
"Why are you smiling like that?" "your imitation of a rose and a rock".
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