THEN11t0825

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the movie starts ---
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what a strange feeling, obsessed with popcorn, i can't think about anything else

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THEN11t0818

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y7s is not with me now, they're lost now somewhere in the world, and i think on them. where are they? are they well? when are we going to see each other? good question, not interesting really, they are in the palm of my hand, thinking on them and there they are, today i would rather be alone and they never leave me, what happened to those sweet days between the woods, the snow falling silently, or the sun breaking some fog, shining over our heads, and silence, just silence, and silence, and silence, just a little bird there trying to find something to eat, just a little snake rolling in the floor, snakes are usually unfriendly and yet, for some reason now i think on them and i remember this text happened a few months ago, to be honest i am not remembering now, i know perfectly well the text is the same, i simply picked it with a simple function cut and paste, the reason why youtch can see both texts and see the exact same sequence, the exact same words, the exact same letters after the others, projecting the idea of laziness, what a feeling, silent.
but instead, in the palm of my hand, it's impossible to forget how well my friends are. so they are, i am also for them.
wait.
they're not?
lost in my thoughts, forgetting to look, no sign from y7s. youtch remember. it seems like i am living a moment that happened before. or maybe not.
z3b sent me a message 'do you know what happened to y7s?'
i am alert now. y7s is supposed to be well, the baby is supposed to be born.
i reply “do we have a new baby in this world?”
you wouldn’t believe me if i tell you, but i am going to tell you and you must believe me. the baby is not born yet, he’s still missing a few months. but she’s dead. connected to a machine, the only reason why she wasn’t already disconnected is the fact we are all waiting the baby to be born.
unbelievable. now you surprised me. an awful surprise.
she had an accident, emergencies worked well enough, everything was provided on time, but collision factors were hard enough to make her have a plain encephalogram. no chance of life without machine. there she is, waiting. waiting the baby to be born.
i am going there immediately.
we meet there.
him on the left side, i am on the right side, she is beautiful as ever. i can’t hold tears anymore. sorry, i can’t.
my reaction is immediate. he poisoned her. i want to punch him in the stomach but the fact is, what he did had no consequences after all. if she knew what happened, she would agree, the baby has a chance of surviving, and her destiny had a different and unexpected end.
and i read his mind. he knew it all this time. after all he only poisoned her because he knew she was already destined to die before the reaction takes place.
i knew from the beginning he was different of us, but this is too much. future, past, he knows all.
my dear x0p, believe me: this baby is our future. you need to focus. he’s going to change the universe.
is it possible?
is it possible for a human to change an universe? or are you mentioning only the human traces on the universe?
that brings us again to a virtual world where everything happens without happening.
but what can we expect from the real world, if there is no one there to call it real?
i am lost again in my thoughts, z3b smiles to me, i know what you are thinking, he says, but you don't have to worry with him. he's not the first one, but this is the first one we are going to control since the moment he is born.
i wasn't thinking about the baby, you know? i am thinking about y7s.
have faith, my friend. it's just one of her lives.

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THEN11t0804

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for the first time since the beginning of this story, we are going ahead, immediately to the end of it. instead of following the path started once, the journey begins from the end of the story, trying to find the middle of the story somewhere, where we were once.
we just hope youtch continue with us, if you are the kind of person who doesn't want to see a movie or read a book when youtch already know the end of the story, try to think of it as if the middle is in fact the end, the end of the story is naturally in this case the middle and the middle or the journey if youtch prefer, is the end in it. or if youtch prefer, there is no formal end. but considering this is an everending story, let's try to end it right now for those of youtch who prefer to go to the end without looking at the journey.
and thinking of it as an everending story, it's called the first one because it's not the only one. youtch don't know where are the others, and to be true i don't know either, but if we think of everything as a story, some story must be the first one, and with so many trying to be the first, we can't relate any story with the others, imagine by example we are starting 1 million stories at the same time, how can we classify them all putting on all of them an event classifying the first and the last?
or do we find differences on all the stories, some are different from the others because some come first than others?
but if they all come on the exact same moment, which one is the first?
maybe it's not important to classify by date.
parallel events may occur, differentiated by interest.
but as usual, this is not part of the story.
and to be true, the story should have started with once upon a time.
and today it ends.
and the end starts here.
once upon a time there was a guy who decided he was superior to the other guys. but thinking on his superiority, he decided he could dispose of life at his will. living on a society created by the other guys, including himself, he no longer considered the society created by the other guys and himself a perfect society. then he decided to be against society. the interesting part is the fact this guy decided not to be part of the society, but decided also to continue living with the good things provided by society.
joe, x0p and 4 met him on an audience and they went to the beach together. x0p couldn't go swim, only joe and 4.
joe, 4 and this guy went inside the water. cold.
joe was the first one to throw water to this guy.
- hey! it's cold
4 decided to do the same.
and this guy thought about society - should i build another society, can i throw water back to them or should i run away as fast as i can? - he says.
4 read his thoughts and told him:
- relax. we are all going to a fireplace and we decide it playing cards.
(the end? or is it possible to start lerrnstory 2?)
this guy replies - do you mean cards(1) or cards(2)?
(1) cards - letters
(2) cards - game
x0p hears the question and shouts:
- letters(3) or letters(4)?
(3) letters - written to be sent on a post-office
(4) letters - of the alphabet
4 shouts - are you talking to me? are you talking to me?

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THEN11t0623

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it’s missing two days and i am already writing to youtch. you can go back to the beginning of a maybe or start again in the direction youtch like from the index.
from some reason i am always stuck in here. going forward into the future i find myself in the same place and looking inside the past everything becomes the same and repeats itself. i remember the sunday when you were looking inside me, asking questions about everything and finding answers inside yourself. i remember also the last thursday, when we discussed the probability of reincarnation and we studied a formula to go inside the light and from there find an equation to go through the limits of space.
youtch know i don’t know what i am talking about. youtch are right. i can’t talk about understanding light or space, i can’t talk neither about the small difference between light and radio frequency.
all i can talk about is emotion. emotion is faster than light. no one else tried to find the beginning of the universe as an explosion of emotions. emotion as the most inner content of a cell. but we are speaking here about a new equation. emotion is an expression of a sensation, can’t be encapsulated in cells, can’t be divided in fragmented cells, or am i wrong? i am leaving to youtch, more prepared to investigate further, how right or wrong can be the solution of the creation of the universe if we were once one only emotion. the entire sum of universes as only one emotion. big ego we have right?
egocentric is the solution if we are prepared to solve an equation as if we were the center of the universe. but there is no reason to think otherwise. even if we think about us as a small quantity of universes, disconnected or not so centric from a bigger structure of connections of universes, or even some different model unknown to us considering the error of egocentrism, we would be anyway part of the model, so, how can we call egocentrism to a feeling? and being a feeling an emotion, egocentrism is again the most creative expression of our most inner self.
and if by any chance youtch don’t understand the creation of this idea, don’t worry about that, it’s not your problem. for better or worse, i am wrong or i am not capable of transmitting the perfect core of this idea.
so i rephrase it: joining all the knowledge i was capable of understanding until now, i am sharing to youtch the idea of emotion as the basic core of everything. thinking about the most smallest particle known, what ingredient makes this particle? emotion, the reason why humans are 70% made of water and 100% made of emotion(s?).

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THEN11t0616

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to find the beauty of the moment, writing to you while you play to me, beautiful as ever but more beautiful today, i look at you and while i undress you, i see you holding the instrument between your knees, the chords fly and you play, looking up, never looking at me.
the lights above on the dark room, the empty room crowded with empty chairs.
and if only once you noticed my eyes looking at you, we would be in love forever. but i, forever in love, i'm hidden between the dark lights, the dark surrounds me and i feel surrounded by darkness and for your music, an harmony completed everytime you forget the sky and look inside me.
and your music, your music is there, details and sound, until you stop.
with your eyes closed, you wait.
and while you wait, the silence dances. everywhere.
i see the dance of the silence like a new style of music. you move around the room, with your eyes closed, and i know you are exactly on the same place. you haven't moved, embraced to your instrument, you dance the silent dance, and i see you dancing, dancing with you seated in my chair, and the ladies and gentlemen, those who forgot to come today, their chairs claiming for them, they are dancing also with me, surrounding me them too, all the chairs are dancing, and the carpet.
and you start again. you start again and i stop dreaming. i open my eyes again and your eyes are open looking at me, and finally we, only we both, only we are dancing, everyone is where should be, and we are where we should be either, we are looking to ourselves while dancing embraced, while you play your favorite instrument, and i feel like kissing, i feel your lips.
outside this room, the moon was absent for some time, today. precisely where we are, but outside this room, the day came to say goodbye to the moon, and when the day was saying hello, he was't capable to see the expected moon, she was hidden on the least expected space, you and me, we both know where she was, youtch know either, but it is our global secret, only we humans know about this secret, no one else knows about it and we are going to keep it as our most secret human secret.
going in your direction, not thinking on the moon, not thinking about the day going away, not thinking about anything at all, just going in your direction, i tried to follow a new road and in this direction i need to go to the left and to the right and again to the left and again to the right and with so many curves i find myself without gas and in the pumpstation i find what i need to the car and to me.
through the glass, looking to the stadium we are capable of discussing context and field, and in both directions we still are lost, and being lost, we find our most inner self. maybe the reason why today no more directions are considered. the end. of this story? nope. the lerrnstory1 is neverending. later or sooner.

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THEN11t0609

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i am confused, youtch know? youtch are me or am i youtch?
come on, we already decided that, don’t youtch remember?
nope, my friend, youtch are wrong. all the times we said it, we decided we don’t know that.
sometimes everything becomes upside down. isn’t it the reason why the world is round?
a good idea, no more no less. the world is round because we need to change our mind from time to time.
problem is the fact we practice sleeping when upside down. a reason for jetlag.
ok, now youtch explained the jetlag effect. i thought i heard the reason was somewhat different.
all explanations are good unless we find them bad. a bad explanation is a good explanation we don’t like.
youtch mean everything becomes explained just because there’s an explanation even if the explanation is bad?
a bad answer is better than no answer at all?
depends.
youtch are right on that.
what if i dislike a good explanation?
a good question. let me think about it. let’s see if i can tell youtch something about it on a chapter or two.
i wait, don’t worry.
thanks.
p, disconnect immediately, i don’t want you in that world again. at least, not today.
s, b, 9a, g, 0a, see you later, alligator, remember the song?
bye.
bye.
bye.
bye.
…
b?
bye.
turning this world off.
geena, today i am entirely yours. i am not going to this world again. at least, not today.
a reflection from this world, why do you call me p, geena? i am not p for you, i never was.
i know who you are, p, you always have been p, even if you never told me so, and i never called you p before.
i may accept you to call me p, but i am so distant of p, i don’t see why you should do it, and i can’t understand why you say i am p.
Don’t worry about it, we have an entire day for ourselves, let’s not think more about who we are. What name do you prefer i use to call you?
dear.
ok, my dear, you are dear to me, my dear, that’s the name i am going to use from now on.
my dear sweet honey.
hold on now, you are going too far. are we going to the movies? we don’t go to the movies for a long time.
let’s try an immersion in virtual reality.
are you mentioning an 8D groupal movie? i told you i want you in this world, dear, haven’t you heard me? you told me you wouldn’t go to another world again, at least not today.
i told you i wouldn’t go to that world again, at least not today. i haven’t told you we couldn’t go to another world.
you are playing with words and i don’t like it. i am inviting you to an old movie. i want to cry in your shoulder.
then, come to my house today. i am sure i can find a video we are going to enjoy seeing together.

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THEN11t0602

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sit down, joe, sit down.
eyes on eyes, joe in front of me, at last.
we can finally do what we decide to do.
joe is looking to me, but he doesn't look with confidence. he's not completely confident. he looks at the glass of porto in his hands, another sip, a little more confidence, the soul comes out.
i take a glass to myself, now we both look at each other with a glass of porto in the hand.
on my right side, mark.
hello mark.
i look at mark with confidence and he gives me my confidence back, on just one look. on the right hand, a glass of porto.
on my left side, dan.
hello dan.
i look at dan with confidence but he's looking to mary. mary is looking to him. i can't look at dan, neither to mary.
sorry people i can't continue this meeting. no confidence enough.
mary and dan looked to me immediately.
i looked at dan with my left eye and to mary with my right eye.
i felt their confidence. they were confident and in love.
ok, people, we can continue.
i could feel the confidence on dan and mary, but mark and joe were not so confident now. they were looking to me with an interrogation in the eyes.
i take the full glass of porto and serve myself of another glass. i take that second round immediately.
everyone follows me.
ok, we are all entirely confident now. call the guy.
when x0p came inside the room, mary, dan, mark and joe stood seated in their chairs.
i invited x0p to sit on the vacant place, near mary.
x0p kissed mary on the face, hello people to everyone else.
are you prepared to go with mary on a mission?
mister, i don't now your name, i don't know the name of your guys, but while you don't give me a glass of what you are drinking, i can't go anywhere else.
that, is acceptable.
dan picked a glass and served x0p.
from my point of view, x0p was full of confidence even without the porto in front of him. but now, tasting it, the first expression was "what is this?".
5 voices were heard at the same time, "porto".
ok, said x0p, porto it is, you may not believe me, but this is the first time i taste it.
and what do you think of it? we 5 said, perfectly tuned.
he tasted it again, a small sip and a big smile.
it's very good, it's very good indeed.

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