The only thing that really mattered to him, though, was that
he would be able to meet her again…and he believed that all their science,
their morality, their empty talk would be vain then. Happiness would finally
find him, and he would purify his soul by allowing the suppressed tears
contained in all those precious but wasted years of his life to expose
themselves in front of her…and he would remain there always, with his head in
her lap, even if it meant never to go back to that world again which had been
home from the time he had opened his eyes. But he could do without them. If his
concepts of truth, morality and love were deemed insane and absurd, he didn’t
blame them…after all they had never been capable enough to understand….it was
his arrogance that had made him believe they could. But it didn’t matter to him
now…he had not wasted a single moment in making that decision…it would be so
futile for anyone to even attempt to change his mind.
Sometimes he thought that maybe they all might try to deprive him of the only joy he could have after going through so much in a single lifetime…
Sometimes he thought that maybe they all might try to deprive him of the only joy he could have after going through so much in a single lifetime…
Would they see then what he saw now?