"I could have sharpened that look of malice too, with smiles" he said, "but I do love the slot, for its innocence among other things! Wanting love like any human, I think what I wanted here, online, was to leave!" laughed Dejavu."Your advice is well-taken Lucky. If I feel to express or suppress myself anywhere I will take care I do so consciously. As you know, the world can be quite mad! I may be big, but I can't be certain there's enough of me to humour it alone!" Dejavu knew he only had himself to show for his life. "There is no escaping the dailylife, not online, not in sleep, not in death! So let's, as you say little mouse, help eachother for free."
("...you're one of us now, mind you, you were before too..." smiled the goblin liking the read there, then proposing "...so it's a toast to us then, just those who would write upon this ether of the internet here within the time remaining, yes a battle that can't be won, one that can only be fought, but fight on we must and fight on we will because it's that or dailylife wins in your place...")
The little mouse giggles until a hiccup breaks the spell. "The world? Or humans crowding the wheel?" She picks up her glass and takes a sip, relishing the nectar from that small bottle. "Do not drink me," the little mouse grins as she takes another sip. "Will it make me grow, or shall I shrink to become too small to matter and to big to fit?" She giggles and as she remembers her time on the wheel, albeit a very mad wheel it was, a wheel still. "... but the question was if the world can be quite mad or if it is the humans who are mad and the world they form? What is it we perceive as mad actually sane and are we mad to think us sane? Down the rabbit hole and into sane reality." The little mouse runs her fingers through her hair and sighs. "Dailylife is never far away and the dreamer must awake."
"I know accounting can be quite sad," humored thedope. "Could we say impoverished of exactitude when assailed by doubt? The world is ever equal in all respect to our own regard and we find ourselves in the freest company with those held harmless."
"We could, we can, say whatever we like," smiled Dejavu, pleased to see his friends writing again in his thread. "At least with me." he added. "The world equal? To itself. As for in all respects our regard, show me they who rule it with their regard alone, and I shall no doubt belong to them!" he said with a laugh. "But it's true, the world we find ourselves in, mad or not, is human. And so there is hope then!" by which he of course meant now. "The world as we know can be quite mad, and it's never our knowing that's to blame for it. Nor even our not wanting to know, that pose which must, no matter how it's struck, fail to dissuade lifes irresistible advances..." He trailed off, having been about to say something of his mistrust of musts, deciding instead that what it was could as well be said, and as soon, now having been, through this narration. It would, if not must, also be said that as much as Dejavu found the idea of time running out conducive to action, something in him utterly rejected all sense of deadline. It may be assumed that something was his very self. "A toast then, friends, now, and again! To you!" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSsjugznEJY"]Paradox - Deep Sleep - YouTube
"I never met an angry stone," quipped thedope, "and madness is a gift of the insane mind." thedope not intent on contending with anything let it out, "can't say it's so having said so anyway that the world has ever been mad at me. I can say with the most accuracy that madness is personal and not a prerequisite coordinate. The mad assume madness whether madness is shared or not. To them the world is obviously, must be mad having failed to dissuade it's stark reciprocity. It's an out of time interval to those who cling to faction or fashion, love to some, desperately wanting it not to end yet choosing it now and again, and again and again and again, gaining no headway at all on now and I wonder if again is ever soon enough for satisfaction in time." Only if it ends for a moment concluded thedope Adieu
and the little mouse smiled as a little bit a chesse fell outa dopes sandwhich,just in time for dinner.
Dejavu watched thedope quip over and hesitated, a moment, before offering the following. "Madness, a gift?!" he laughed. "The world may never have been altogether mad at you, but the mad don't altogether choose their madness either." Yes, madness was always personal no matter the extent to which it was shared, and he wondered, not without a chuckle, if thedope thought himself a saner man than Dejavu. He read roamy then, and asked her, "Are you a little mouse too?"
an roamy thought dope an dejavu are both as sane as each other.and a little mouse too i am indeed.an the cat had another little nap after another unsucessful chase ha! ha!
thedope considered the sense of chuckling wonder which if coming from someone else could have easily tumbled in to a chasm of the sardonic and thought it a question that Dejavu in particular was apt to ask. "I think we share our thoughts," thedope articulated and wrote, "I don't care more or less for things and have no fidelity in a romantic sense. We all have storms at times in our consciousness yet in the center of every hurricane remains a quiet eye. Sanity always exists among us regardless our insistence on the legitimacy of a moments despair. There is no private mind but there are parabolic mirrors being held at different angles that make our reflections seem unique."
The little mouse enters after hearing someone mentioning her. ...a repost then... the little mouse grins and says, "There you are! Finally found the courage to show yourself?" Another little mouse silently stares back at her from the reflection of the dark window. Will this mouse be a soft spoken one or one that roars? Nevertheless the little mouse is glad Roamy lured it out of the abyss of her inner most self. "See? It isn't that bad to be among humans, not as long as we stand together as one. And remember they do not all want to catch you and put you in a cage, or worse, exterminate." The little mouse involuntary shivers at the mere thought of it but then roars as she refuses to be scared off by threats that cannot really touch it. She smiles, glad the other little mouse is there too now. "Remember when the need arises and you need it to stand beside you as you encounter those who wish to bend you to their idea of how you should be then let it reason with them to make them see that neither Roamy, nor the mouse are a threat, and who knows what help us little mice can offer to those unseeing humans who do not know what creatures they harbour inside their inner most self."
Dejavu cared more for some things than others, and he certainly couldn't rule out the unique even though the imposture of attempting to might be considered seemly. He was reluctant to count thedope as a mouse, since thedope didn't identify as one, but it couldn't hurt, and besides, he meant no harm. "Little mice!" he roared, without growling, "Nibble! Gnaw! Tumble and run! My patronage here includes all your fun!" Dejavu was grateful he was accompanied at all here in his thread, seeing how daunting the third person must sometimes appear. "Be my guests, and I shall be yours! To be equals, in the broadest sense ( and make no mistake, all sense tends to its widest expression ) means death" he laughed.
for what a seemed a long time the mouse in the window just sat thinking bout what the other little mouse had said.together they just sat quietly in harmony while the cat laid sleeping,oblivious to their presence and as the cat stirred again the little mouses became as one standing shoulder to shoulder. and as the dawn broke and the sun shone through the window the lion chased the cat away.
