Would you say that God gave you the gift to think?
God or the devil.
What else can you do?
Nothing. And I can’t even think.
If you didn’t philosophise, what you do? What would your life be about?
I don’t philosophise.
Can you think with your failure? With your faults? With your idiocy?
What if I believed in you? What if I thought you were a genius?
Then you’d be even more of an idiot than I am.
I don’t even write philosophy. I write literature.
I don’t even write literature. I write writing.
I don’t even write writing. I write …
Why do you philosophise?
I philosophise – to stop thinking.
You’ve got such a sense of vocation.
What good is a sense of vocation for something you’re no good at?
What if you are some kind of genius? A genius of idiocy?
A genius of non-genius.
Maybe you’re a genius of philosophy. Unrecognised in your lifetime.
Do you believe you’ll be discovered one day? Do you think that … will it make it worthwhile … your being all alone? Maybe you think it’s already alright, your being alone. Maybe you don’t want anything else, and I’m just … an irritant.
Work in Progress 