Shawn: Later That Night...
The book felt different somehow, as Shawn clutched it in his hands and brought it back to his bed. The pages were foreign, as if they held some deep secret yet to be discovered.
Immediately as Shawn began to read, the book was different. Not just different in the way it felt. The words on the page were literally different. Totally different. They were written in a different, craggy, font. Gone were the block letters on the white background. It looked like some kind of old ghost had scrawled on the pages with a hand practiced in writing demonic spells for some medieval king. The book started in the middle of a sentence:
"...they are kind of like sled dogs with no sled. Like beasts of burden. They needed a load to pull. It was a question of what was real? But what is real?
It doesn't matter what people say. The correlation between what people say and their actions is not a measure of truth. Sometimes it doesn't match.
But you know what does match? No one argues with their pain. Life is suffering. Pain is real. It depends once again what you mean by real. People act as if their pain is real. That poses a problem. Life is a pain. Life is suffering. And why is that? Because you can be broken, hurt and destroyed. That seems pretty self-evident.
At worse off: you know it.
A chimp can recognize itself in a mirror and so can a dolphin. But that isn't being aware. Human beings, and kids most of all, are the only beings that have discovered the future. And that is quite a burden to carry. The idea that the future is limited. That as a kid, you can't live forever. Even if death is far away. You know its coming.
If life is pain, then what are we to do? There must be some way to act that would make you a good person. A person that can alleviate suffering. If the suffering itself is making you question the meaning of life, then making less suffering would be a good choice as a way of living and...."
In the middle of the next page, there was a note:
Meet me in Tiffany's room across the street in five minutes. Don't be late
-Griffix