Bab 50: Part eight: Human influence
I have no doubt that no matter how much knowledge we have; there will always be something that puts us in the tightrope that is the doubt when you do not know the reason for it.
Yes, it probably sounds contradictory to my statement before; but everything in this life has its good and not so good side, taking into account that the bad side for one has to be equally bad for all.
The latter is something that the old wise cats knew very well and that is that, while for some, death is a journey into the terrifying unknown, for them it was something they had been begging for for a long time. And yes, I know you've heard that saying that the end justifies the means; but Machiavelli is not the true author of this motto.
I AM SORRY TO HURT YOUR HUMAN SUSCEPTIBILITY.
No, it is not a saying created by cats either, but it does fit very well to the wise men I am talking about. They told us a confidence about the first spy cat in history and you know that there are beings that are not unmentionable, don't you?
One of them is the first spy cat, that's why I have not said his name until now; what they said was that the historical cat had gone to hell for a reason that everyone does not know and some believe it has to do with that saying attributed to Machiavelli, but it must be said that you did not hear it from me, right?
Unlike the wise men I'm too young to die (it's the same as being locked up under someone else's orders) and, I think I'm so influenced by Luz, that I want to play cupid in some other story.
Not all of us can be lucky enough to have such a tolerance for confinement (even if there is free milk galore) that we can keep the good manners to be taken to a place that is less strict than the previous one; but that still has you watching life, literally, pass in front of your paws and no... no, unlike the first spy cat, I could not settle for being in a place LESS WORSE than the previous one.
What difference can there be between purgatory and hell?
Anyway, the wise men counted that indiscretion so that heaven would have no choice but to ride them, literally. According to them they wanted to rest another cat with that milk, it is evident that they only wanted to be idolized as gods and without having to share an iota of knowledge (maybe not all of them, but the great majority).
The first teacher had come, according to him, to teach us, in a didactic way, how to subsist in the new world that was about to be created.
The truth is that most teachers would bother to work under labor exploitation, all because they are at the mercy of purgatory and it forces them to do whatever it wants. However, although his voice denotes authority, there is a certain joy at the base of the sound he conveys. At that moment, still, I saw him very sincere in wanting to teach us.
I must be wrong because if he was taken to hell, I don't think it was for stealing the pacifier from some inept bad boy on the street and a baby in his house.
"What a bad narrator this cat is, he does everything to bore me: interior monologue, in many paragraphs he uses passive voice, there is more prose than dialogue, too many questions squashing against each other and, worst of all, having had little time to connect with all the characters... I accuse the narrator of wanting to steal the story"
Have I been driven crazy by the influence of Luz's human mind?
No, this is about Lucifer, and I just saw in every cloud around me the shadow of a drop of fire, and not just any fire, it is a fatuous fire.
This kind of fire always appears in stories, to tell the truth, without this kind of fire there would be no story that you would like. It's well known that the fire is a fire that guides travelers on the wrong path and a story is not a story if there is no journey or adventure where you are actually the main traveler, or so it should always be.
You, the characters and the narrator are the adventurers who travel between pages full of emotion and mixed feelings. Of course, the narrator is the only one of the three who always has to coexist with the fatuous fire; this makes the narrator himself, the one who should know the whole story from the beginning, take the wrong path and, therefore, generates the characters to take the most unfavorable paths.
Where do you think the idea was conceived that there must always be the blessed conflict in every story you read and you get bored if you don't find it?
Problems are intensity and peace is boring?
Where have I heard that before?
Peace is never enough for anyone and I understand...I understand why I miss my cat world.
Moving on, I recognize the wildfire because it always becomes visible to the narrator when the story is already nearing its end, after a plot that has plunged its characters into tremendous paroxysm (if I may exaggerate).
The shadow of wildfire on every cloud points me to the wrong path in the story (that's why you have to train before you become a storyteller), but to the right path to the next story I would be in charge of (or somewhere for a well-deserved vacation) if I were a storyteller by trade and not an amateur.
When the drop of fatuous fire pierces its cloud, when the shadow disappears, it will be the end and there are still so many doubts.
Lucifer generates those doubts, so many questions so that your attention is divided among them all. Naturally, this story has been presenting you with questions to which you will only find answers in THE BEYOND YOUR REALITY.
These last six words recreate the concept of what death really is and, you see, in an electrocardiogram a line appears with a straight path when the person has passed away... when he is BEYOND HIS REALITY.
However, there is one sure way to travel beyond our own reality and that is through stories (depending on the story's approach). So when you read, even though your consciousness lives in your reality, you find yourself in another reality; but having the form of a straight line.
As a rule of thumb, for every reader in the world, there is a straight line in the embassy, so to speak, of the other reality that is located inside your mind.
Exactly speaking, the embassy in your head of the other reality is located in your cerebellum. This is why when I say splitting your attention I mean, in terms of the other reality, splitting your attention line and that of all readers in half.
As this story is sponsored by Lucifer himself and he destroys everything with fire; well, your "line of attention" is burning in flames until it is only ashes, but not everything will burn.
This is all about balance, about finding the midpoint of this line and since we are in the process of a story, it is only logical that the midpoint is a drop of fatuous fire.
Yes, you are the one who, without knowing it, creates the fatuous fires that show me first the way for the conflict to explode and the direction I must take to stay out of this story, towards the unknown... OUT OF MY REALITY.
What is Lucifer's plan?
To hypothesize I must literally pick apart that bad boy on the street paragraph and everything else. I've already analyzed the questions part, now... if I think about the fact that I'm giving an inner monologue and that there is more prose than dialogue in the whole story... words that connect me to myself and, on the other side, words that connect the story to you... some words separate me from you and the others, connect you to another... Lucifer is the one who is stealing the story from the devil.
Suddenly the cloud that has my tail trapped between its jaws begins to move in a straight line and at a dizzying speed. It takes me along the path indicated by the shadows of the drops of fiery fire on the clouds.
On the way I smell the ashes of great ideas that were lost and never came to fruition. I hear voices shouting the word CHAPTER over and over again, I feel a certain humidity on my tongue, I see the clouds pass by so fast that I am not sure if they really have the shape of bells... I feel too hot under my feet, as if there were flames.
Did I tell you how much Lucifer likes cats?
MI AUUU!
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