Aira: I'm sure you're not a writer.
Airis: Thanks, for the compliment.
Aira: Then what I call you?
Airis: You can call me an Artist but be sure no one will believe it.
Aira: What is the meaning of knowing everything when in reality you came to realize you don't know anything?
Airis: That's the comical part that is called the comedy of tragedy.
Aira: It seems out of logic. How it's possible that at the same time one knows everything and nothing.
Airis: Because it depends on the frame of reference.
Aira: Please, explain it with an example.
Airis: Where you're witnessing me?
Aira: In front of me.
Airis: And where am I?
Aira: In my mind.....
(Oh my...., it was that simple)
(Oh my...., it was that simple)