The Naenaeon: Comedy / La comédie

You inspect the bookcase labeled "Comedy," and pull out an general title among many other ones.

You flip through the pages and stop at an random page, where you read:

Nothing ever happens to me ever. Except everything did happen to me.

Everything was happening to me right now.

And that was the only true way of looking at things.

As if there could ever not be one true way.

But I have heard of some magic pumpkins who were listening in on some devilish creatures of mysterious value. Satyrs. Gossiping about how they doubted it was possible that there could ever be one true way. And it seemed unlikely.

And so, do those people think, that their rejecting the one true way is an own one true way to them. Without realizing it?

Or are they just saying generally that there can't be one true way because there isn't one true way.

OMG my truffles are falling tiddly-bonkers.

Heesles-Mc-Beseels! shouted another furry mysterious creature. And its eyes opened wide.

The enchanted fairy land of Glen had been started (now it was only an part of Recreation, the whole planet, and to itself comprised an likely bedding chamber for fellow homosexuals to visit him in his bedroom). An Glen.

That's suitable enough.

Definitely there were two true ways and you could choose from amongst them, said an sarcastic voice. Into the blackness where crimson red had gathered.

There were now becoming colors. Of various specimens. There were freestanding people, gathered around me like I had been in an traffic accident. Only they were pointing up at the sky and saying Glory Hallelluah it is an Bless'd Miracle from God; this must have saved him from his traffic (pedestrian) accident.

The world was divided by the critical French distinction: the accent grave (è) versus the accent aigu (é). To the left were everything serious and grave about the world. La tombe. Tragedy. Whereas on the right was everything comedy, everything free-spirited, everything joyous. And somewhere between them was the full realm of drama (the two masks, one laughing one crying): the truth about how much was at present tragic about the world versus how much at present it was comedic.

The world is an Showroom, the narrator finally announced, (it is the only thing implicated at this point in the story).

We show what kind of products and companies and services we have built.

And people gather to see us and try out or test our new products.

We deliver this product or service to them like an god.

Like it had been put there in front of them miraculously.

An new Hover Boat with water-propelled technology #smartboat whose magnetic base is kept high above the water through the combined value of these undersea rockets to keep them projected above water. And so zero tension between the boat and its magnets, which are underwater. Which do have an little tension, but are able to avoid more volume-based tensions between the weight of the whole unit and the water.

The world is an Showroom because that's what it's all about. That's what it's all about.

That's what it's all about.

It's/Its?

For it does have an subject and For I do have an subject and places are often like their subjects.

But it has mystical purposes as well.

When we appear to you as god to sell you something and you buy it. We are in fact being the apparition of God in an Oasis. You notice them, don't you? These other people in the Oasis? Aren't they the apparition of God? Isn't that what you always need to think about every single time‽

And that's why you want to buy it from us!

Our whole appearance is an statement. We are complex artists. Everything we have put there in front of you was by design only. Why have we fated it this way, thus? We want you to know we make every single detail so that you will learn to trust us. Then you will want to buy from our company. It makes common good sense.

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