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I do not wish to scare you. I see signs.

Signs point to other realities. Realities which are otherwise not seen in the actual. They are not symbols.

Symbols stand for themselves. They do not mean anything more than what they show. This is the impenetrability of symbols. They keep their secrets to themselves.

I like signs better. You ask them a question and they answer politely.

By asking the right question, you get the answer you wish to hear.

I ask questions that can be answered by yes or no.

The world has enough problems to waste time on understanding complex questions. It only has time for nodding or shaking its head. But at least you get an answer. The silent idol does not do this.

When I ask something, I do not expect an epiphany. Let me make it clear: I do not hear voices. And mind you, I believe psychotics really do not hear voices. They hear themselves. And since I've long found that out, I listen to signs.

Now, of course, that can also get you into trouble. No matter. What is important is to keep silent and be part of the secret.

As I was saying, I do not expect to hear a voice. But I expect to see a sign. Being does not tell us the answers; he gives us an opportunity to see the answers for ourselves. In short, Being lets us decide.

If you know the answer already, then why ask?

Because it's just more fun that way.

A butterfly means yes. Three of them means absolutely. But it also depends on the color, you see. A black one means be careful, but go ahead. A white one means go ahead without cares. Spotted ones mean think about it more.

Well, these are the three colors of butterflies in our garden. I do not want to be in a butterfly garden.

But if it rests on you, on your hand: be prepared. For you have been chosen. People will not understand.

Standing before trial, Socrates said that he had a daimon. They had a simple relationship. The daimon would be quiet if it thought Socrates was on the right path. And it would speak when Socrates had gone astray.

As he was being condemned to death by hemlock, the daimon was silent.

Silence is the best sign.

Cats are the messengers of the Nothing. Be careful, be very, very careful.

Do not look into their eyes.

Their presence itself is enough for you to know all you need to know. I see them in Mass.

As much light there is darkness. As much benevolence, danger.

I was once bitten by a cat which I was feeding scraps under the table. I had injections for tetanus and rabies. But I missed the point.

Signs speak through the physical but do not remain there. What is important is the difference as such.

After being bitten: I lost a loved one, my job, my friends, my mind. In just three months. Must be some kind of record.

The fat cat still lives. It is on its ninth life.

I'm on my second.



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