The self conversation- a dialog by living-mishima
Two days ago, a boy called Reynolds witnessed an incident which changed his life entirely. He saw his wife was being knocked down by a truck. From there Reynolds lost all of his emotions and decided to live by himself without any thoughts, without any enemies, without any friends. Just he and he to seek help from.

Reynolds1: Hello Reynolds, how are you doing?

Reynolds2: Something seems to be troubling me these days.

Reynolds1: What is it?

Reynolds2: I don’t know myself either.

Reynolds1: Well don’t worry; I know what it is because I am you. You are worrying about why is humans even being created right?

Reynolds2: Yes I am. Why in the world humans are being made in the first place? Why are we here? I find no purpose of being here.

Reynolds1: Well you see, we are here it is because we are here. There may be a purpose for this, and there may not be any.

Reynolds2: What are you saying! This is stupid! Life itself has no fear, living creates it!

Reynolds1: Living… Haha fool! What do you know about living? How sure are you that we are living? What evidence do you have to conclude that we are living? We may be dead! How sure are you that the dead doesn’t breathe? How sure are you that in the realm of the dead, there is no pain? How sure are you?

Reynolds2: I saw it you fool! I saw my own wife Jessica was knocked down by a truck! Isn’t she dead!? Isn’t she!?

Reynolds1: What makes you think that she is dead? She may be alive and we are dead. The word ‘dead’ was created from a brief history of time isn’t it? Never mind about that, let me proof to you that when there is life, there is death, and when there is death, there is life simultaneously.

As Reynolds’s body was being controlled by his inner self, Reynolds pulled out a paper from his pocket together with a fountain pen which was a present to him by his ex-wife. Without a word, He began to draw, drawing and drawing. When it finally ends, a shape resembles the yin and yang appeared in his paper.

Reynolds2: What is this….

Reynolds1: Look, take the one in white as life, and take the one in black a death. Look closely, it is a circle which turns.

As the young man stared into the paper, he could not believe his eyes that the circle of yin and yang he just drew actually spins. Shocked by the works of his own, he screamed to the top of his voice and swallowed the paper all at once.

Reynolds1: Why is it Reynolds? You can’t accept the fact? This is nature, and there is nothing that could defeat the intelligence in this very universe itself.

Reynolds2: SHUT UP!!

The young man hurt himself by banging his head on to the wall. But however, it is still a truth which he could not bear. Tears ran down the cheek of this young fellow which had experienced the incident which he could never forget. Blood came running down his forehead, and when he came to realization, the young man came to rest and remained calm.

Reynolds1: Done? Well, we must learn to accept the truth of nature no matter how dark it is. There is no point being sad for we are just a dust of the universe.

Reynolds2: What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with your idea about the universe and all the nonsense?

Reynolds1: There is nothing wrong with me actually. There is something wrong with you. The thing wrong with you is that you cannot accept the truth. In this universe, and the reason we live and die is because we live and die, and there is no other reason behind it. You must learn to see the unseen, touch nothing which is still something and yet it is nothing. Don’t you get it?

Reynolds2: …

Reynolds1: You have to make another nature, to accept death and life in one, so that you can understand the way of the spirit of the thing itself.

Reynolds2: Well I have to understand, I have to learn to control myself, the fact that I am here, the importance of being here?

Reynolds1: Not even close. You have to be the nature itself.

Reynolds2: The nature itself…. That’s stupid, I live the way I live and die the way I die.

Reynolds1: What? What are you talking about?

Reynolds2: I love Jessica, and the only way I can prove my love is to die and be with her!!

Reynolds1: Wait! What are you talking about? There is no way you are going to do that!

Reynolds2: Don’t forget who am I. I am you, therefore I can accept the way of life and death as one.

Reynolds2: No, don’t do it. Please I beg you! No!!

That night, the boy I knew as well as my brother called Reynolds jumped of the window of the 12th floor.
Everyone thought that this man is crazy, this man is nihilistic, as well as a drug addict. But to me, he is a hero; a hero who knew entirely what is he doing. Now Reynolds is together with his wife forever in death, or so called life.