'You are forgetting who-you-are, and remembering what-you-are-not!' said the squirrel.
'Instead of...?' murmured the rabbit scratching one ear hesitantly with her right paw.'Instead of forgetting what-you-are-not, and remembering who-you-are.'
'A bit confusing,' replied the rabbit, scratching the other ear with her left paw.'Becomes automatic,' stated the squirrel, 'but excuse me, here comes that owl, and he gives me the shivers; I must be off.'
'Morning!' said the owl, as he settled on his bough.
'Evening!' replied the rabbit, 'it is the moon you are looking at, not the sun.''Quite so,' replied the owl, 'morning to me. Interdependent counterparts are personal in relativity.'
'Yes, yes, of course!' agreed the rabbit apologetically.'What are you up to?' asked the owl, after a pause.
'Nothing!' replied the rabbit innocently.'Oh yes you are!' scolded the owl, 'you're thinking! I've told you not to do that! What nonsense have you thought up?'
'I was only forgetting what-I-am-not, and remembering who-I-am,' replied the rabbit, flourishing a dandelion with assumed nonchalance.'Less idiotic the other way round,' the owl commented, 'but neither is true. Both positive, and both nonsense.'
'Why is that?' asked the rabbit, disappointed.'Everything positive is necessarily nonsense.'
'But why?''Who is doing either?' the owl demanded.
'Well, I am!' the rabbit replied.'If you know you are doing it, you are only trying to fool yourself!' the owl hooted. 'What sort of an ass put that nonsense into your head?'
'Not a donkey, just that young squirrel who fancies himself metaphysically.''He's nuts,' said the owl, 'comes from eating things like that.'
'But it sounds sensible to me,' objected the rabbit.'Of course it sounds sensible,' replied the owl, 'that is why it is not.'
'How do you mean?' asked the rabbit.'What sounds "sensible" is necessarily relative, and whatever is relative is necessarily untrue,' the owl explained.
'But if I forget what-I-am-not and remember who-I-am, is that not what I should do?''There is nothing you should do,' hooted the owl, with lightning in his great eyes; 'who are "you" to do anything?' Anything you "do" is done by "a you" - even if I am the doing of it. Relatively there is nothing any "you" can do!'
'So what?' asked the rabbit crestfallen.'Don't try to do anything. Anything you "do" must inevitably be wrong,' insisted the owl, 'since "a you" does it!'
'Then what must I not do?' asked the rabbit bemused.'Don't try to do or not-to-do anything. Rest content just to BE - then that is what you ARE!' said the owl sternly.
'How do you know that? Are you God?' asked the squirrel, peeping from behind a tree.
'Certainly I am God,' replied the owl; 'why do you ask?''Because only God could know things like that!' replied the squirrel, ironically.
'Only God!' snorted the owl, raising his great wings in indignation. 'I am not only God! Being God is just one of my functions, like being the Devil, and a boring one at that! Quite relative.''Then what are you when you are not "relative"?' the squirrel inquired, cracking a nut with calculated nonchalance.
'I am absolutely,' the owl replied, severely; 'it is as God that I answer petitions, or ignore them, and fulfil suchlike relative offices. Absolutely - I just AM.'
