A flawed process

May be the rabbit fell through the girl, or maybe it’s the other way round……..

Well Louis which way was it?

Sigmund had met him out in the desert digging burrows, he looked thoroughly human. There was nothing bunny- like in him. He doesn’t own a watch probably. But Sigmund knew the genus. It was obvious to a fault, the dreamer, a surrealist.

Louis was not flattered. He politely guffawed and remarked scratching his ear with his paws:

Some say if you dig deep enough you would reach the other side of the world.

It’s not a question of depth Louis, Sigmund corrected him, it’s a question of length, and that too if you don’t follow the Wedge theory.

Well what if do, for instance?

Louis stood up and stretched, raising his eyebrows at a wicked angle to Sigmund’s face. His face was as smooth as the pale noon sky. Sigmund put a pair of eyebrows on the horizon and watched the wrinkle spreading over the sky.

Wonderful touch, he congratulated himself. Surely one can extend it further, like deflating the sky and coiling it up. Colors are no, no. A grainy paleness could be lovely.

He informed Louis:
In that case you wouldn’t know if there is other side. May be it turtles all the way down.

Like the old lady said?

Louis is well read, Sigmund learned, nice in a mammal which could multiply exponentially. He dismissed the topic out of sight saying.

Or Russell was being inventive.

Louis appeared to be thinking hard and reciting psalms at this point. It was pleasant seeing the sudden light of illumination spreading over the guys face. If a face could say hurrah without really uttering it Louis did it at that moment.

Well what about the Sun and Moon peeking out and slinking off. Proves it’s globular doesn’t it?

Sigmund became all reverential. May be it was all fake. But he could not decide it then. He was saying:

God can do wondrous things; didn’t he make the world in seven days?

Louis again guffawed. Sigmund could not divine the source of this merriment. God is all serious stuff, or so he had gathered. Better not go heehaw about it. But all the same he had a little doubt too, why do the tiny-tots smile in their sleep? There is some mystery somewhere out there.

But now Louis was being intelligent again.

Moot question, can there be day before sun and the terra firma?

You are obsessively rational aren’t you? Sigmund asked irritated. I expected it least from you. Anyway how is Alice?

What has she to do with it?

Sigmund laughed.

I was inserting a wedge.

I realize that, but it’s not in good taste. She is all right sinking and coming up every now and then.

By the way that was something nasty wasn’t there, I mean in the earlier part?

Sigmund smiled and refused to be baited. One thing at a time Louis, one thing at a time, he also thought Louis had played the words back at him. That was definitely below the belt.

The guy is shooting down my three contributions to the theory. Nice try Lou boy, but you need to be better at it, may be Emma could have succeeded.

But, it may be because of inversion in Louis too. That was a nice thought and he looked at Louis with sudden interest. Flabby fellow, little exercise and lots of imagination, not very muscular, could be congenital or could be acquired.

Louis laughed.

I like that intensity Doktor, but not that line of analysis…you are stupid sensual. May be that’s congenital too?

Sigmund has the skin of a rhinoceros, yet he colored a little. Louis is a mind reader. Any way according to his analysis everyone has to color, shame is primary.

The man is defensive. Sigmund thought. Definitely there is something in it. Where could be the genesis, or the realization? He does not seem to be the intellectual type, little chance of excitation there; probably its mechanical in origin, the guy looks the type, one who likes to rub himself over.

Sultry climate, Sigmund remarked, could do with a massage. Any of them around, I mean masseur.

I am one. Lois said.

Sigmund shuddered thinking of the fat fingers crawling over his spine.

No thanks, I wouldn’t think of inconveniencing you.

Oh c’mon doctor, there is no meanness in me.

Sigmund thought for a while.

You make burrows. He said. You don’t live in this world.

I do doctor, just like you do. We both weave fantasies.

Sigmund looked at him curiously. There is a point in what he says. Reason is like a paper boat on the sea of unknown, yes we could be both sailors.

There is process involved here Lou, he now said hopefully.

It’s a dead structure isn’t it?

What about your game? Does it have even a structure?
See doc, I go with the flow, who can tell if I am wrong, I mean isn’t intuition the right thing, more reliable, more near to truth?

Can’t say, it’s too much relying on the unknown to my mind.

But Sigmund had this doubt whether he had enough faith in what he was saying. Isn’t primal urges more near the truth?

He needed to think about it, to make it legible, more precise.

That’s your fault. Louis laughed mirthlessly. You are like a brick layer; placing stones one after another to suit a pre conceived design.

Hell Sigmund said.

That’s more like it. Louis nodded, that’s more like it, that’s raw, that’s rooted, totally yours.

Sigmund was shocked.

That’s a good angle. He thought but I need to……

Let us leave Lois and Sigmund to discover themselves, may be they never will.

Is there anything definite in the world?