A group of people continually substantiates their inevitable downfall—which for them, the truth is one.”, professor Dune yelled, meanwhile my colleague and I weren’t immersed. On rainy days, when the soil is smelled and gazes to suffocate, all I do is overlooking what is obvious to the vision life is reflecting and fantasize about the excitements I cannot catch a glimpse of. I felt disgruntled that the mentor neglected how was substantial the moment I had given myself to acquire and the fear I saw on my friend’s skin—since it was very remarkable, helped me not to jump into blind conclusions or judgmental behaviors but enlightened me to understand what frightens the submissive selves so that another dimension of human beings, those I like to think of as Gods on earth, for they are dominant, in sharp and control the crowd due to the liberties, no matter how people are there to condemn, prosper not to stand slaves.
I analyze the walls, pursue the whispers, attempt to interpret what I’m perhaps omitting. I remember hearing mouthpieces hit the ground. However, even that talk was not necessary. Today’s people say a lot of things in the main proof to mean nothing. It is why, after a hint, I threw a sentence, confessing that. I didn’t wait for applause. None applauded. It is an entire topic that calls nihilistic reasoning. Why am I not praised, me—a man you all see but the divine Lord never step in but yet, you ask the mercy out of imperceptible sovereignty?
As the Mister schooling was affording my argument an impression, a gracious lady stood from her chair, didn’t bother herself to raise a hand, and declared that “We, naturally the vital survivors, cherish to be taught.”
I had to admit her autonomy, but why I find the words she postulated a little bit irrational? Is it cause there’s something wrong or me who insists on having anything right? “We certainly love to study, but we hate to teach us. Everyone is a student. Carrying teachers to have your hallway chosen is delivering others the power with which they will weaken you. The weakness you appoint becomes unconsciously your master.”, I precisely claimed.
Presently, my claim was being considered. The woman phrasing her mind was blowing, I felt the fuel she could deliver a car. She had my full attention and I admired to criticize her. Somebody’s soul appeared to unclothe its folly as if I were a philosopher holding the philosophy she honors. We stared at each other, I was seeing a complete night on the hat she wore, a falling star every time she makes a move. If she would fall, I would always stay the fellow following her charismatic softness of a stubborn female. »
— M.
