"Although reality has no obligation
to be interesting, many find it fascinating",
said he.
"But what is reality? ", inquired she.
"Well, the world as it is", he said.
"Yet you cannot separate the external world
from your internal world", she said.
"True", he agreed.
"And therefore", said she,
"what you find interesting rises as your
own idiosyncratic platform loaded
with random items, plucked from
an aromatic rally of whimsical projections
to your beguiling retina and the capricious
judgements of your despotic mind."
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