- Have you ever felt admiration for something they do not understand, and you can barely imagine?
- Something like that ... like when you have a picture of something you do not know but which you believe blindly that other people can imagine this abstract entity different, but you know it's there, though you can not really benchmark it with your mind ...
- I know what you mean but I'm not talking about that. I am speaking not of a noun imagistic, not a "something" created with properties between knowable and uninterpretable, but feel admiration for an abstract entity in itself need not have form, but somehow it is beautiful.
- So if it is, not physical, but to be beautiful has to be attached as a sense, is that otherwise might seem beautiful? Maybe a math problem may seem beautiful, what what you mean?
- Not exactly, but I like what you think. Linda, to be honest, though partly be disappointed in me, I mean your eyes.
- Mmm ... That if I did not expect that he had "no way? My view is shaped in a sense, I was expecting something more difficult.
- Is not like your look, here comes the hard part. It's not what I want to say with your eyes, not the tenderness and the reflection or depth, is not something I see with my eyes, is something I can not even imagine but I find aesthetically pleasing, is something that is only my mind but I know it exists because it exists in every one of us!
- My soul?
- I'm not talking about a noun!
- I know ... it is very difficult to understand you, maybe it is my wish for you ...
- Almost ...
- Almost? Am I going to tell?
- Is your fear
- Do you think that I have you scared?
- Not that I'm afraid, is your fear itself. You look what you're saying is that you feel it, nothing else, is the only vehicle that brings me to the next step. Not that I like to be afraid and do not want to provoke it.
- But you're scaring me ...
- If you see? Now I know it's there, and for some reason, I want to try to understand not think I'm a totally irrational. Now I know that there is your fear, I enjoy it because it is beautiful. Again, do not get me wrong. I do not enjoy, Fear not my intention to feel dominant over you, that's not about the pleasure I feel, is a pleasure merely aesthetic, disinterested, it's crazy, I know, but you have to understand ...
- Treatment ...
- I will not be afraid, it's just your fear. Your fear is like listening to songs of birds recently arrived from paradise ...
- I think I want to send me to heaven
- Shut up!
- ...
- I did not mean to shout, it is not me you understand. I'm not the mad aggressor who enjoys your pain. Has nothing to do with notions sadomasochistic or religious or anything like that, I am merely a spectator of your fear, and I like it because it makes you suffer, because I know I can not rescue your fear of standing out as your savior, Everything that's out of context! Your fear is like seeing a picture, and I'm not seeing a damn psychologist but as the first primate stood watching the stars, you know? The monkey did not want to eat the star did not want to mate with them, did not want to be your own damn! I was happy with how beautiful they are, because the unfortunate saw them beautiful, that's how I see your fear, is beautiful, but never hurt you ...
- "Not to hear the birds ...?
- Do not cry, your fear is something special, but do not understand how I can see it well ... the songs of birds are beautiful and melancholy, I can almost hear his song, but I do not hurt you so ... is there really a human being who can see the fear of another person?
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