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- Yes... - The Ascetic didn't immediately find what to say, so a gloomy silence arose between the last natives of Kridenaar in this world. - I have long held the opinion that the root of mental suffering lies in the inability to satisfy one's desires, and therefore, the less one wants in this life, the happier life one can live, but I can't even begin to imagine how what happened fits into this paradigm of existence.
Grimly snorting nonexistent oxygen, Klin kicked off a piece of roadside dirt from his sole and kicked it away. - I had a simple desire in life. And I failed to preserve it because I hoped too early that nothing needed to be done for it. Then there was another, also quite simple. A hundred rems for a ticket and a day's journey. Again, it didn't work out. So, only the last desire, which depends on me, remains. How soon should I expect the next failure? - The Knight stopped mid-sentence, not daring to continue his thought. - So, I thought... Maybe what we are doing, what our relatives have believed in for centuries... Is it considered a challenge to the goddess-mother? We, mere mortals, came into this world to play by the rules that apply to everyone. To desire much, to fall, and to bash our noses on the pavement in immoderate zeal. To love greedily, to suffer painfully, to desire greedily, to take cruel revenge? Because that's how we should reward life itself for the existence it has given us? And all this... is punishment. For ideology? For trying to play unfairly against nature? To hide from the whole world in a house where there will be no pain and hardship. And here is the answer. ... Or maybe... Maybe there is no explanation here at all. - Clenching his fist, he tapped his dead knee. - Maybe all this is just a crazy roulette, where the only justice is that nothing and no one matters.
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