‘ we’ve become too philosophical -- we philosophize too much. ’ a thumb swipes over the tips of weatherbeaten fingers (they feel warm) continuously, a slow and deliberated pace to set about his thoughts.
every mountain has been surmounted. he is no longer a mystery to the world and it is no longer mysterious. people are fiction in the eyes of each other, we write our own stories, we define and label, we do not simply exist and existence is not simple; hunt, eat, sleep, discover. this cycle was broken by the ability to act upon dreams.
‘ we can’t just...be anymore, we can’t consciously live with this consciousness, but we can’t live consciously without it either. i find that...unfortunate. ’ if he were to find it anything else, it may lose the gravity of it’s implication. humans can’t seem to live with being human.
leveled, he feels nothing for this. his voice is monotone and only expresses hypothesis that can be easily proved as it is a tested theory unified by the political system of human nature and well-founded where death meets mortality at its door. in fact, this seems less scientific and more mathematical, he believes this is a theorem of history.
