Chapter 3:Conversation Between Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Greeting here, if you think it's necessary.
What are you doing here? Such an ugly and distorted face.(sneer)
That's easy. What I need to do is wear on a mask to conceal my face. But look at yourself. Here, look into the mirror. You just know how to point your index finger to others' face but yours. Accusing others' faults but yours.Pour streaks of teases and insults towards others.You paste your face with fragrant, lengthy praises and sway your head while facing the audience so that those self-assumed promises may swirl and attracts butterflies with beautiful wings...What a striking jewelery you have here!(Clap hands) Fantastic! Right?
(Laugh)Hahaha...so what if the image inside the mirror is me? Talking about mask, you should be ashamed! Count your collections! How many roles do you want to play? Haven't you feel tired when you have to change your mask while entering different rooms? How careful you must to caress each mask, to mend them so that you won't reveal you true identity, to lock away other masks and to keep your profile as a mystery? Be sensible: for your face is not the only part of your body that's exposed to public. Eventually, people equipped with lantern of wisdom will hold their lamps high and stare straight into your eyes; no matter how many masks you wore, wisdom will shatter you fugly sense of coward. Repent,coward!
Oh now I see you true face indeed. So your egotism was built on foundation of disintegrating your opponents. Supported by bricks of prejudice and cements of hatred, your sole intention is to mince me into pieces and sweep me below your feet so that I can act as your stepping stone. With me this piece of worthless shit, you can lift your achievement bar to a higher level. Tell me: do you think you can gain any pride by stamping on your foes flat on their backs? Your responsibilities, huh?Where is your sense of guilt?
Guilt? Responsibility? (Spit on the ground) Show me a plate of guilt and responsibility! Come, serve me in smoked flesh with bloods oozing out of them and sprinkled with a pinch of salt with a few drips of seasoning and decorated with petals of green broccoli! What's their colour? Their taste? Smells good?(Shrug his shoulder) Who give a damn about responsibility? I'm free of responsibility! We(pointing himself and his opponent) are products of procrastination, aren't we? We have no papa to donate his tadpoles and mama to breastfeed us; our existence affects nothing but one's mind; That's it! We are concepts! Just like those aimless mascots wandering about the crowds, they symbolise nothing but a core meaning ONLY. Crack you head and try to understand, you moron! Meaning only works when people notify their significance and address them into part of their mind labyrinth. Ignore me and you will lose nothing but just a meaning!
You are too emotional. Meanings attached with emotions will no longer contain it's own originality. Admit you are JUST a meaning. A concept. Human beings, we are meaningful, do we? And yet, we are in your heart.
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