Will I see him again?

An elderly crow once asked me, "Why are you the only one talking to me? Why can't they( addressed to my parents) talk to me? "

"I don't know, maybe I can talk to you because I'm seeing a part of myself into you... so maybe I'm actually talking to that part of me, not you dear."

He said, "Ah! I see, so you are my creator and I'm supposed to be your part of creation. right?"

"Maybe", me murmuring indistinctly.

"But, why can't they create a part of themselves into me?", said my friend dubiously.

"Maybe, they don't want those parts to exist in the first place. "

"Why not?", glaring at me inquisitively.

"You know, it's all about symmetry, fixing mindset. We try to create order in everything, it's unusual for us to embrace asymmetry."

"But, you did embrace it through me, right?"

"No, there you were wrong. I didn't. I'm just like them. Where they are trying to see what they want to see, I'm also focusing on a part of me which I want to see like having this conversation with you."

"So you don't differ to each other much.right?"

"We don't but at the same time, we do." "You are contradicting yourself, my friend."

"ha ha ... ... ...To me, it's both a tragedy and a comedy."

"What?

"Believing in a single consciousness, blindly believing and worshiping that mischievous press secretary."

"But, you are a part of a system, you can't deny that part which is supposed to create your sense of parts. And, if you do, you are just acting like that bloody press secretary, her smug attitude towards everything."

"I know, that's the comedy part."

"And, where are you seeing the tragedy, may I know?"

"It's for those parts who don't understand this comedy. poor thing." sighing silently.

"Now, I see ... ", replied the crow. ... ... ...

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We took a comfortable silence.

Then we said goodbye and parted to see each other again in other crowds, deliberately acting in another form...