The Fog of Discernment
Rane squinted at his flickering form in the blue fog that thickened the further they went down the slope. “I don’t know if there is a definite way out.”
“You’ve lost hope.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“You’re just drifting around trying to find meaning in your life.”
“So? Isn’t everyone trying to do that?”
“But the problem with that is that often than not, you will conclude that there is no meaning and then the meaning of your life will be for your personal gratification.”
“Is that wrong? Why can’t I, who exists, and suffers for existing, have my own happiness?” Rane looked down while she spoke, watching where she put her foot because the slope began steeper than it should be. “If someone will tell me definitely…”
“If someone tells you definitely,” said Bai’s voice, “you will not believe them because you don’t think they know it definitely.”
“If they have proof, I will believe them,” Rane said.
Bai laughed. “Evidence is subjective.”
“Find evidence for ME to believe then.”
She looked up to inquire his answer. But he was gone. The only shoes that made squishing noises in the tall grasses that brushed the knees of her pants, were her own.