A Dark Meeting: Truth

English Bay Beach, Vancouver, Canada1

We were strolling at the beach again, listening to soft waves' melody crashing grains of sand, as if bidding farewell to droplets of pearls.2

Suddenly, blood tears springed out from my eyes - it seemed that grand notion of truth were to cascade into fallacies.3

'Where's truth?' I asked Devin sadly.4

'Love, truth still exists, it's not completely vanquished. And you are too beautiful to cry.' He brushed the crimson droplets away and pulled me into satins of embraces5

Under golden splendours of moonlight, Alexandre (at this flash) greeted us on this paradoxic summer solstice: heavenly night in its melancholy tune with Rei, a mortal whom he rescued from a fire in Japan.6

With the sweeping breezes, Rei trembled, as if nature intended to engulf its own kind from truth.7

Devin asked, 'Alexandre, can you define truth?'8

Alexandre sipped his beer, 'Frankly, Devin, political truth is transformed into ecstacies of Machiavelli’s prophecies. Since birth, my mind was to be shaped to be a plaything of the Emperor, to be willingly educated with his manipulation and accept his evils. Democratic truth, my optimist, has vanished since ancient Egypt when Emperors decided 'the ultimate truth.'9

Devin replied, 'but surely there was democracy of some sort, so the essences of justice and truth still reign in our chaotic cosmos.'10

'But democracy is always manipulation's babe. Results were influenced by corruption, propaganda or appealing factors.11

'Universal truth was on the death bed long ago.' I murmured, still sombre on loss of truth.12

Rei fixed her eyes on me with her childish black eyes, and said, 'but Miss, why would society try to hurt us? Aren't we society?'13

'Call me Giselle,' I replied, 'everyone wants to get things they want, meme puce, and they can do anything to achieve that, even murder, that's why, truth doesn't exist.'14

'I agree with you, being a pessimist for once, for faith's shringles were long vanished. We poured our souls into damps of religious faith, yet now we have extracted from religion like a bored kid. Faith is a surge of emptiness.' Devin said as he poured me another glass of beer.15

Rei stared at me, as if religion's power had totally implanted itself into her tiny body.16

'I still go to Orthodox Churches, and Rei still worships her Shinto Gods. Dedication passes on, Devin.' Alexandre laughed, as if a sign of challenge.'17

'Faith is long gone, Alexandre, you are dedicated for the sake of achieving good karma, or gaining protectionalist thoughts of some sort! Faith made its exit from the dictionary a decade ago, and truth is now a paper tiger!' I ranted.18

'Perhaps so...'19

'Perhaps logic doesn't exist at all!' I challenged.20

'It couldn't be, logic is deep-rooted in the studies of maths and science, where even abstract concepts such as Nash's game theory had immense degree of clarity.' Devin said.21

'Even Einstein's theory of relativism and Newton's gravitional laws were paradoxes, there was obviously sense.' Alexandre retorted.22

'However, presume if x + y = 1, if x and y are different numbers, and 1 represents another numerical, wouldn't that be another fabrication of truth? We are tangled in an abstract universe, with ever-changing versions of truth. Perhaps a million years later, 1 + 1 will be representing something else.'23

Alexandre nodeed, and Devin smiled sadly, as if agreeing with my cynical views under the whisper of weeping willows.24

Alexandre bid farewell to us as Rei fell asleep. The waves suddenly silenced as if providing a natural shelter for her. Ah, poor child who just had to see the dark slice of the world.25

Devin took my hand as we continued our wanderings on the sparkling waves.26

'Giselle, amidst of your much-decoded cynical ideas, I think essences of truth still lies somewhere.'27

He smiled seductively and took me to the depths of rippling waves.28

'Ah, if we exclude fashioned love because of craving of money and lust, then love maybe true.' I smirked.29

Devin planted a kiss on my lips, and whispered 'just be idealistic for once, Giselle.'30

'I don't see how you could be such an optimist when it is perfectly clear that truth is on the verge of dying.'31

Devin stopped my ideologue again, as he lifted me and put his arms around my waist.32

'They need time, my dear, who knows, a decade later and the world maybe crystal clear about truth.'33

'Perhaps positivity's vibe is just not implemented in my system, mon amour.' I laughed. 34

The april waters are slowly splashing with chill, but as we left, truth seem to be the drifting petals, bleeding into a wash amidst of the roaming waves.35

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