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The Spirit is made of Ideas

He comes out of nowhere, crashes into me, scares me.
He’s old. He’s holding a half-full glass of wine. The other half is consumed by my jacket.
“I was looking for Dionysius.” What accent is that?!
“It looks like you found Dionysus instead…” He won’t understand anyway. I glimpse a smile underneath his curly beard.
“Dionysus is everywhere, here.” He understood. Chapeau.
I sigh. “The ear of Dionysius is not here…”
“I’m not looking for his ear.” He’s serious. It startles me.
“No, it’s actually a cave…”
When he hears the word cave, his brow furrows. He walks past me, advancing into the bleak silence that rules over the city at this time of night.
I myself cannot remember why I am here.
I stare at him as he walks away, leaves me behind. With every step, his sandals show underneath his tunic, the wind scrambling his hoary hair, as he wields his glass of wine as if it were the Olympic torch. He stops, stands still.
His eyes are vacant, his thoughts lost in a hyperuranium. He looks like a Greek statue.
I don’t notice I’m standing next to him again: “Are you feeling alright?”
He breathes in, deeply: “Yes, I’m feeling, indeed”.
“Feeling what?”
I glance around us “There’s not a soul in sight…”
His boasting laugh makes my heart leap. He’s absolutely crazy!
“Of course there is a soul!” his laugh is nuanced. “If you can’t feel it, it’s because it’s not something you can see, or hear. Once again, it’s not about ears.” He drinks. Narrows his eyes: “How can you not feel it?! This city has a soul that’s alive, vibrant, communicative!”
What can I say? “I have no clue what…” he interrupts me, raising his hand.
“That explains why you can’t feel it.” He nods. “You don’t have ideas. The thing is, though, that to get an idea of the soul you must be able to perceive the soul of every idea. Therefore… you must have ideas.”
Last sip: “That’s what the soul is made of, you know? Ideas.
He drops his empty glass in my hand. Leaves. Disappears.
It’s surreal. I feel like laughing.
The air is freezing. I clutch my drunken jacket.
The soul is made of Ideas.
Cheers: my thoughts are already hiccuping.
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