Cureless

Sometimes I find humor when conversations fly from one topic to another that is completely unrelated to the previous one. Just like yesterday. My conversation with Fluffy turned from a simple persuasion to a seemingly endless philosophical argument. I was only asking him to go with me to Manga Kissa 101, which I mentioned previously. While waiting for the corned beef and egg we ordered from Manang, the conversation went like this.

Me: Medyo mahal nga lang daw *inserts info on entry fee here*, pero ililibre naman kita. (The entrace fee is quite expensive but I’ll just treat you.)

Fluffy: Sige. Pero hindi mo talaga maaalis sa akin na isipin na sayang lang. (But you can’t make me unthink of the fact that it’s still wasted money.)

Me: Bakit? (Why?)

Fluffy: Alam mo na. (You already know.)

Me: Bakit nga?

Fluffy: Alam mo naman na mas gusto kong gumastos para sa games. *insert amount* pwede na kong makabili ilang DVD-R. (You knew I wanted to spend more for games. I can buy DVD-Rs with that amount.)

Me: Akala ko ba gusto mong maranasan lahat? (I thought you wanted to experience everything.)

Fluffy: Oo, pag mayaman na ako pero ngayon hindi pa. (Of course, when I get rich, but just not now.)

Me: Pero, pano kung hindi mangyari yun? (What if it doesn’t happen?)

I think this is where the sudden turn came:

Fluffy: Sa next life na lang. (I’ll just wait for my next life.)

Me: What? Do you believe in reincarnation?

Fluffy: Malay mo. (Who knows?) We don’t even know how we’re brought here. Ikaw alam mo ba? (Do you?)

Me: All I know is were all forms of energy. We live by energy.

Fluffy: But that source of the fundamental energy, no one knows where it came from.
(I suppose he was assuming here how the big bang theory started)

Me: Given that. But in your next life, you won’t be sure if you would still be yourself.

Fluffy: Perhaps I’d still retain my memories.

Me: That wouldn’t be possible since when you’re gone, the energy that was you would be completely divided. Even if it’s converted into a new life, it wouldn’t be you anymore, just another different being.

Fluffy: Ano yan, parang heap ng JVM? Hindi na pwedeng instantiate yung object na-garbage collect?

Me: Haha… more like it.