How can we be sure that no one listens to us because no one answers? Lily does not know how you can be sure, because Lily is not certain. Neither this nor any other. Is there anything that you can be sure, when the possibilities are endless?
This was the only one that thought had happened to Lily. And because the counter that served as the heart beats counted few, this was what Lily thought. But that's not because no one answers you can stop asking questions. Even if it meets the silence you do not have to stop to release the item. Because we know that the voice is carried on a sound wave. And a wave always comes from somewhere. And if it dissipates foam on the beach, you can say, however, reached the beach. And if a cry seems to get lost in the emptiness, emptiness is perhaps just too big an area to which we do not give a size and call it 'empty' a little 'reassures us. On the other hand the space of the universe that includes in its size gives substance to this little world. So every body more or less complex, gives size to the small world of universal cells that make up. And the cells might have a social life that a little 'like ours. At least in the broadest sense. Some complete in themselves. Others are to meet from to reproduce, to communicate their heritage to posterity.
Lily is now a ghost. Some ghosts are enough in themselves. Others can not help but be felt and try to communicate. And ghosts do not want to leave. Never. For this Lily is here. Seeking a reason for the silence of a thousand eyes that read.
"The network of this spider is huge," said Lily is a diddly squat of asphalt from the sky, noticing for the first time that those clouds were believed to be from the lawn just a big old spider's web. And the spider had imprisoned infinite words and each strand of the network had a long history, which perhaps had no effect. Now Lily just wanted to know who were the stories.
This alone was already a good reason to cross the sky and emerge in the world. Lily had found the curiosity of discovery.
and read, all in one go, the story si stendeva sul primo filo che aveva davanti agli occhi.
E quando tornerà qua, sarà per raccontarvela.
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