- "I hope you didn't invite me to answer your
questions. Besides, I've already told you that you don't need to worry, that
there will necessarily follow moves which will reveal what you must do or
what they expect from you", she said. "The only thing I can do in
the meantime is to be polite with you".
- "And to show up unexpectedly" I grumbled.
- "This too is part of my politeness", she
smiled again.
I wouldn't let her that easily.
- "Your boss knows?", I insisted. She smiled.
- "This nice person has a lot of knowledge but
none awareness at all of what is happening"
- "At least he knows that he is your boss", I
teased at her.
- "Alas", she sneered, "certainty does
not make a proof".
She incited the conversation asking me about myself. ... She wondered
that I told her my main problem this period was to force myself against the
wall and answer clearly the question of who I am.
- "I don't think you will ever manage to provide a valid
answer", she said. "The answer that comes out of such examinations
of ourselves covers either our narcissism or our masochism. It's never our
truth".
- "What should I do then? Look at the crystal sphere or stand in
front of my mirror and say "sesame open", I asked angrily.
