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"How the hell do I have to feel about this?"

"Take it easy, man; life just goes like that sometimes"

"Please, stop using those stupid expressions ment to make you feel better about all the crap you're swallowing..."

"James... seriously; do you feel that bad?"

"well..."

"Babylon..."

"... in fact... well, I feel really good... I think"

"That's right. You feel very good. Perhaps better than ever. And do you know why? I'll tell you: because you're alive. And what's more important than that: you're CONSCIOUS you're alive. All that so called 'toubles' are the essence of living, my friend... now you've learnt the lesson. And that has made all the difference."

"hum, I suppose you're right."

"I'm ALWAYS right, dude"

"I guess so...

Wow, it's late! I should be back by now... it's beginning to rain. Perhaps it seems I'm spending my time here... but it's worth it. Every single minute."

The man stood up, shook off his raincoat, lit a cigarette and walked away leaving his footsteps behind as he wandered through the brown and yellow layer covering the ground of the forest.

When he left, all was quiet in the wood. The only sound that broke that stillness for a while was that of a chestnut falling from the tree to whom James was faced a few minutes ago.