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You're crazy.
He paused. For all the time he had tried to explain to her, all the time he had spent trying to make her understand what was happening, how he felt, what he thought, the path ahead - this was the first time she had responded. Don't get angry. This is good.
Crazy?
You have all these ideas, all these plans, all these grand philosophies. The world wouldn't understand. I don't understand. You're crazy.
Go on.
What you want will result in chaos.
I know.
So why?
We have a fear of chaos. The history of modern man is one long attempt to create some kind of order. But the parts that matter are the product of disorder. The selective use of chaos is the engine driving the world.
And the people who would suffer?
People suffer all the time. People suffer in the world as it is. The world improves only when chaos rises, changes things, provides a challenge. Creates an opportunity for the veil to slip and for man to confront himself.
You are destructive.
Destruction and creation are twins. The destruction of a tyrant's regime is the creation of a new society. The destruction of old dogmas is the creation of new windows of thought. The destruction of a forest gives us the pencil I write with and the wood they killed Christ on. Our society priviledges one over the other, convinces us of the holiness of creation and order and rejects that which it fears, the ecstatic energy of discord.
What would you do?
Open a window into the world. Just for a moment. And let the world stare back at itself.
And then what?
It is not my place to say. Those who would create the future have no place in it.
He kissed her. Once, on the forehead. An expression of love, separated from lust and the load that weighs us down.
I still don't understand you.
I know. But we'll be okay.
She kissed him. We will.
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Kykeon
