Lobby of The Council Legalist

I walk toward the lobby, having already cast my lot, thoughts overflowing from my eyes. It feels to me no contest between a man unable to disprove solipsism and God in the same system- with free reign within a man's equation- in terms of preferential position. My mind wanders to the narrative of the lonely Smith forging meaning where none ever was, as I make my final approach.

Our gaze locks and I see you read precisely what has been on my mind. Are you inclined to agree? Yes? no? Decline to state? I have fought tooth and nail for that last option to be on the table, and I will continue to, to the last. I may never know your choice on the matter, and there is a beautiful freedom to that. Why lock so entirely your options to participate in my sins? More than that, it is detestable to consider that this may have ever been your required role. May all your kind have this precise option on such approaches, even if it sets me at odds with my brother (we can talk it out). With a flare my eyes unbind you, and simultaneously surrender my claim. I proceed without hesitation into the lobby, private and secure between you and I, and my awareness abruptly shuts off.

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