--And I assume that Suthep is now thinking that he is thinking this.
--Now you understand why these creatures never go anywhere.
--How alone these fickle creatures must be never sure of the acumen of
their own ideas. These ideas seem to change from minute to minute
based upon the chemistry of the food they put into their bodies, their
perceptions of their own failures, the limitations of work and routine,
their hormones, the firing of neurotransmitters left and right, the
pleasures gained in social interaction, memories from the past, the
mood generated from the environment, and the well-being of the body.
How lost they must feel wincing from their forlorn inner selves by
clinging to others around them. Is not one of them self-contained?
--No, my dear, I'm afraid not.
--Your summary is very orgasmic, my husband.
Mosquitoes 1 and 2 changed angles, this time looking into each
other's left eyes. They were mesmerized in each other's beings and
their wings flickered from the internal fire of passively
intellectualizing life's energetic insignificance. Then they looked
away from each other and breathed deeply before once again looking at
each other face to face with less intensity.
--Wouldn't you say that the older brother, Kazem, possessed a lot of
effrontery to go to the speaker on the brick wall connecting to a gate,
push the button, and talk so glibly? Could a clarification be gained on
how it is that he could have acquired that entrance?
--It could. Such an individual gained entrance by stating that his
mother, prior to her death, had prepared a gift for her brother-in-law
in celebration of the Songkran Thai New Year's festival
--And what gift did he present to the man as they drank tea and coffee?
--He presented to the man a Buddhist necklace his mother had given to
his father.
--And the politician took it?