He (to them): Last night, she left some of her clothes in my apartment and I had to go to her place in the morning to return them back.
They (to her): Whoa! So you guys are like, together now? That happened quite fast.
She (to them): It’s not what it sounds like. Nothing is going on between us and nothing really happened. He is not telling you the complete truth.
They (to her): What is the complete truth then?
He (to her): Yeah, go ahead, tell them the complete truth.
She (to them): I had gone shopping before going to his place and I left my bag of newly bought clothes when I left. And we were watching the game at his place, and a couple of other friends were there as well.
He (to them): She is still not telling you guys the complete truth.
She (to him): Of course I am.
He (to her): No you are not. Did you tell them it was a football game, Italy vs England? Did you tell them Italy won 2-0, even though I was cheering for England?
She (to him): Why should I? These thing don’t matter.
He (to her): But these are truth about last night as well, aren’t they?
She (to him): Yes, but irrelevant.
He (to her): But truth, nonetheless, right? And this would never be complete. Any truth, doesn't matter relevant or irrelevant, is always incomplete. So are lies. Now, if you look closely, there are two kinds of things in this world, the ones which are true and the ones which are lies. And since neither truth nor lies are complete, this implies that everything in this universe is incomplete. Always has been, always will be. All you can do is, add more and more elements to it. These elements would just add more and more details to it, but would never complete it. It’s like adding pixels to an image. You can start adding more and more pixels to an image and at a certain point, you would have a sufficient number of pixels to just see the image. But you would always have room to add more pixels to it, if you want a well detailed picture. And hence, the image is never complete. This inherent incompleteness of reality could be both thrilling and depressing. It could push you towards a quest of knowing more and more and never be satisfied with what you have achieved. And it could well dump you in the miasma of misery where the demons of discontent haunt you every night. Whatever be the case, the truth of it being ever-incomplete remains unchanged, and incomplete. So, you might want to refrain from associating ‘completeness’ with truth from now on.
She (to them): So you guys wanna catch up for a movie or something tonight?
He (to her): Sure, which movie?
She (to him): Why don’t you go far away on a quest to find it out.
They (to her): Whoa! So you guys are like, together now? That happened quite fast.
She (to them): It’s not what it sounds like. Nothing is going on between us and nothing really happened. He is not telling you the complete truth.
They (to her): What is the complete truth then?
He (to her): Yeah, go ahead, tell them the complete truth.
She (to them): I had gone shopping before going to his place and I left my bag of newly bought clothes when I left. And we were watching the game at his place, and a couple of other friends were there as well.
He (to them): She is still not telling you guys the complete truth.
She (to him): Of course I am.
He (to her): No you are not. Did you tell them it was a football game, Italy vs England? Did you tell them Italy won 2-0, even though I was cheering for England?
She (to him): Why should I? These thing don’t matter.
He (to her): But these are truth about last night as well, aren’t they?
She (to him): Yes, but irrelevant.
He (to her): But truth, nonetheless, right? And this would never be complete. Any truth, doesn't matter relevant or irrelevant, is always incomplete. So are lies. Now, if you look closely, there are two kinds of things in this world, the ones which are true and the ones which are lies. And since neither truth nor lies are complete, this implies that everything in this universe is incomplete. Always has been, always will be. All you can do is, add more and more elements to it. These elements would just add more and more details to it, but would never complete it. It’s like adding pixels to an image. You can start adding more and more pixels to an image and at a certain point, you would have a sufficient number of pixels to just see the image. But you would always have room to add more pixels to it, if you want a well detailed picture. And hence, the image is never complete. This inherent incompleteness of reality could be both thrilling and depressing. It could push you towards a quest of knowing more and more and never be satisfied with what you have achieved. And it could well dump you in the miasma of misery where the demons of discontent haunt you every night. Whatever be the case, the truth of it being ever-incomplete remains unchanged, and incomplete. So, you might want to refrain from associating ‘completeness’ with truth from now on.
She (to them): So you guys wanna catch up for a movie or something tonight?
He (to her): Sure, which movie?
She (to him): Why don’t you go far away on a quest to find it out.