> -Don't understand - he arranged the cards again on the table with their faces down after a long silence
-What should I understand? - My work is not pleasant, but I try to lead it to success.
> -The rules - I see it as a madman to whom I have already explained the subject of the conversation infinitely before.
-The rules in the game? - I continue to see how he places the cards on the table without turning them, as if he could know the value of each one by their reverses, all different, indicative of coming from different decks, dirty and worn, beaten by life and by walking in the world.
> -Yes, they are the only ones that matter - I continue to place the cards in four columns of twelve rows each, creating a rectangle from which I pick up the pieces and start again.
-But what are they? - My curiosity is only apparent, it costs such work to make this patient speak that when he starts it is best to stimulate him.
> -You can see them, only if you open your eyes would you have them hitting your pupils, so much so that you could not even close them without seeing them - I am already distributing the cards on the table.
-It would be easier if a mentor pointed them out to me - giving him the rank of teacher may be crazy, but I think it can work.
> -I speak from the self, and you too, deep down the I's are the same, that's the center of the game, but I can't give you the rules, you have to see them on your own, if you dare - the ranks They grow from my hands and cover the space showing their reverse sides.
-Are your cards? - I ask nonsense to save time while I take note of an interesting reflection that would be worth sharing with my colleagues.
> -These are the people around me and also myself, these are all of us - I look at my visitor and I know that he hardly pays attention to me, so I tell him a truth that I know that I could not consciously understand.
-It is good to find you so ready to talk - time is almost up, I have to say goodbye and prepare for my next visit, I know he has a memory, so it is good to remember me well.
> -I think I'm going to see the window for a moment, if some of my cards turn and show their faces I won't know - I invite you to an experience that I hope you accept.
-It's a beautiful day - as soon as he turns his back on me, I resolve a curiosity that brought me head over heels with each interview, I turn the cards over and find that they are all wild cards, the cards of the joker, the only one capable of assuming any value. It is all and none at the same time.
> -Each one narrates from himself as if we were different - I do not need to look back from the window, I can feel his bewilderment - That is why each member of a dialogue speaks from himself, an observer of what we do could not differentiate with ease when one speaks and when the other, unless the criterion of otherness is applied to the sentences that are pronounced. Deep down we are the same card that assumes different values, we are all crazy people who play at being sane and apply insane laws to explain and explain themselves. The truth does not always free, sometimes it imprisons and hurts more than a chain around the neck. Come back whenever you want Doctor, you begin to know that you are like me.
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