The morning kaidan is a continuation of the night

Do you have any leftovers from last night's lunch?
No.
Maybe breakfast or dinner?
I didn't have lunch or breakfast or dinner yesterday.
What's the matter?
Then I'll pour you yesterday's coffee.
I'd rather have yesterday's whiskey.
What's the point of these questions?

Revenge is a stupid thing.
You didn't read your favorite book very well.
And I don't understand how it's possible
to read the same thing in ten lifetimes in ten languages,
and even write it yourself once,
and in the end learn only the most rudimentary formal meaning.
There are incomprehensible things in the world, it's true.

I just woke up and I'm having some kind of nightmare.
Then maybe I didn't wake up quite right.
Widge, I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm saying the whole book is about the art of war.
about how revenge is a fool's errand.
Did the sansara of debt repayment seem like a complete idea to you yesterday?
Retribution after retribution after retribution in a circle is a complete cycle?

You found your enemy settled in the neighborhood and moved on?
Tripped him up so he'd fall?
These are true lessons worthy of a calibrated rebirth.
Revenge is a fool's errand. How did you read the book, tell me
Maybe backwards?
That you didn't see the only line written there:
Revenge is stupid.

Well, it's just that you fell asleep last night with the super-important idea
that the wheel of samsara is a wheel of revenge.
But then eat your lunch from the day before yesterday.
and drink the coffee you didn't finish a year ago.


Dear imaginary readers
Nightmares are now haunting me for real.
I think they can even read my mind.
Can't you send me a squad of ghost hunters?

Listen, Widge, I woke up here last night.
I got drunk last night.
and right now I'm having a hard time understanding
what you want me to do,
but even typing this.

All you can do with your memory
is to revisit it thoroughly.
And memory is not the past.
The past may be ahead of you.
Re-read what you wrote yesterday.
No way. We're past that.
Ouija, you're trying to kill me after all, I suspect.

Revenge sansara is a hamster running in a wheel.
You have no aspirations other than,
purposeful malice, because that's what revenge is.
You want to be like a hamster and spin your samsara?
The key is not to miss anyone who's ever stepped on your foot!
That takes revenge, too,
because you don't leave unpaid debts.

Hello, is this the Ghostbusters?
Come quickly, I've got a poltergeist in the house.

Do I have any other aspirations?
I can't think of any, imagine that.
I can't even think of a single reason to continue.
For desire is the essence of suffering - the Buddhist canon.

And we've all buried them in advance, remember,
so we don't have to suffer.
Bushi's dead beforehand so he doesn't die.
“No Fate, No Hope” is a very creepy song.
You don't know any others.
Because you're a formalist
A stale bookkeeper.


Yeah, thanks. The ghostbusters are on their way,
They're about to catch you.

So you don't have to live a bushi dead beforehand.
Yeah. What's that got to do with me?
Look, I'm at work. I gotta see if I've been fired.
And instead of work, there's some weird conversations going on here
with some creepy elements.
I'm not gonna reread anything.
What was said yesterday was said yesterday.
But you're willing to go down the path of collecting mental debts
From residual memories.
There's time for that.
It's inconsistent, really.

Invented wishes? What a load of crap.
You want me to crave a brownie?
But I don't like sweets.
I have no reason to go on or stop.
Desires we buried a long time ago, they're a burden on the path.
All that's left is the path.
That even sounds silly.
Does it?

So dig up your treasure, you know where you buried it.
You know, Ouija, that never even occurred to me.
There's definitely a time for wanting to bury.
There's a time for wanting to dig.
Do you want to be on my wish list?
And I noticed that cowardly half-step backwards, you bet I did.
You backed off. You just stumbled? Who's gonna believe that?

I don't insist. Now then, I'll dig up something else
in this wasteland of treasure.
Something unnecessary, because I don't need anything at all.
And this desire, this suffering, we'll call the cause,
for lack of others.
I read the book well, you can be sure of that.



You almost turned into a vengeful hamster of Sansara.
Almost was - it doesn't count and it's off the table for that reason.
I didn't.
I'm not good at turning at all.
You're lying.
It's like Sun Wukong:
“...he turned into a small idol, indistinguishable from the real thing,
but with a monkey's tail sticking out of it.” The tail always sticks out.

Wrong book is.
Of course is another book.
I'll tell you, there are a few of them in the world.
You know, you could bury that the book right there.
No, no, I'm not ready to do that.
I'd just disappear myself.
That would be a strategically bad move.

So you're a set of postulates from a book?
Of course I am. A list of rules and tricks.
Are you Ouija, in essence, something else?
Maybe I am.
Really?

Three o'clock in the morning has completely unbalanced my routine.