'Sad about that poor old pheasant!' sighed the rabbit, 'he had such a lovely tail!'
'What happened to him that makes you sad?' asked the owl.'Shot by one of those bipeds.'
'Sad for you, or for him?''Sad for him, but I'm sorry too!' the rabbit explained.
'Sad for you, and silly - but neither for him.''Why not sad for both of us?' asked the rabbit, surprised.
'What difference could there be between "living" and "dying"?''Well,' said the rabbit, '"living" is being alive, so to speak, and "dying" is - well - being dead!'
'I do not apperceive the difference,' the owl declared; 'a phenomenon is an image in a psyche, and psychic images are appearances, apparently both actual and factual, whether perceived in dreams, hallucinations, or in what is called "daily living".''Yes, of course, but he had such a lovely tail!' sighed the rabbit; 'did you not admire him?'
'What if I did?' insisted the owl. 'All "you"s are psychic images, mine also, and all that is objectivized, all that is other-than-I.''If you say so, but I think it matters to you nevertheless!' insisted the rabbit.
'That is only sentiment in relativity,' the owl hooted. 'Can it matter whether such images appear to "live" or appear to "die"?''Sentimentally indeed it can!' the rabbit persisted.
'That is part of the living-dream,' the owl stated. 'Besides, and this is the point, I cannot die, but only what-I-am-not.''Can you live, then, or only what-you-are-not?' asked the rabbit.
'"Living" is only psychic imagery extended "spatially" and in "time",' the owl patiently explained; 'I can neither "live" nor "die".''Then what can you do?' asked the rabbit, courageously.
'Nothing whatever,' answered the owl, 'nor is there anything whatever to be "done". I AM.''Sounds dull to me!' the rabbit observed, dejectedly.
'That also is relative, in contrast to its opposite,' the owl insisted; 'absolutely, opposites and contradictions have no meaning, and therefore do not factually exist.''Sounds even duller!' the rabbit ventured.
'Relativity cannot judge Absolute,' the owl explained shortly, 'for Absolute is all that relativity is when it ceases to to be relative.''So it is not dull?' the rabbit asked.
'It is not anything; if it were it would not be absolute but relative!' the owl observed.'Even if it's not dull, sounds a bit lonely,' the rabbit ruminated.
'Lonely!' hooted the owl, flapping his great wings, 'Tooo-whaaat-tooo-wheeere-tooo-whooo; why, we are all HERE: it is what we all ARE!''Then wherever is it?' asked the rabbit.
'It is where you ARE, all that you ARE, and nothing but what you ARE,' stated the owl, riveting the rabbit with a glance of his penetrating eyes. 'How could you "live" or "die" when you ARE as I?'
