The Mirror

- "And if God is dead, then who am I, a speck of dirt on a fly's wing, rushing towards the earth through a hole in the sky?
And if Andy  Warhol is a genius, then what am I, a grain of sand on   the penis of an alien buried in gelatin under the sand dunes of Venus? *" - sang the Dragon.
- You lost your wits! - The Tree stated with blue conviction in its voice.
- Wits… what a short word! As soon as you start to lose it - it is already over and all that remains is to jump into madness. It’s a completely different matter from when you get lost, - the Dragon answered with reflections of instructive intonations.
- Have you be told by anyone that a conversation with you resembles a reflection in a mirror that was broken into thousands of pieces? - asked The Tree, saturating the Dragon's favorite cheese clusters with sarcasm.
- After birth, forgetting that they already know everything, people are trying to find a way to the lost memory. Some succeed at that, but again they do not believe themselves and just pass by, - said the Dragon and sniffed the sarcasm from the cheese with pleasure.
 
* excerpt from the King Crimson's song - "The ConstruKction of Light"

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