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Finishing up eating his fish, and now a bit more satisfied, Shimoje turned to Vivienne in curiosity. With a smile he thought to himself about how Symenestras weren’t usually treated this way and made it a sound judgment to be different from all the others. “They only want to admire your beauty I am sure.” Shimoje laughed and then stared into the fire once more. The crackling echoed throughout the cove and he looked back for a second and then back at Vivienne.
As she went on to describe the Symenestran people Shimoje couldn’t help but to think how rough Vivienne had it. Shimoje could relate in regards to having it rough, but his existence itself was not in jeopardy like hers. “It’s alright Vivienne. I will never judge you or your people. No reason to. Life would be different if people could just stop making assumptions. I like to listen to what is not said, and say what needs to be said.” Shimoje philosophized for a moment, but was just telling the honest truth.
As Vivienne went on to describing meditation, Shimoje immediately thought to himself how helpful such a thing could be for him. Being able to focus better and keeping thoughts from distracting him would be a useful tool. One that he wanted to add to his list of tools.
“Don’t worry about being rude to me. I am a man and can take honesty with sound principle. If you think of me to be offended lets meditate on it and truly see into each other. That is if meditation could be used for such?” Shimoje spoke in a tone where it was direct and to the point. He wanted to learn meditation from Vivienne, or at least figure out a few methods to clear and focus his mind.
“There are hazards in just living.” Shimoje quirked. He went on soon after saying something that hadn’t dawned on him before. “Simplicity, patience, compassion.” He smiled and looked Vivienne in the eyes once more and took hold of her hands with both of his. “My three greatest treasures. Without those I would be nothing.” He wanted to tell her more of himself, and go in detail as his thoughts stirred all over the place.
It had been some time since he got to enjoy being in such an intellectual and information sharing conversation and he was particularly enjoying it. “Back in Zeltiva, I would study all sorts of things. I enjoyed it, and often did it in confinement of my father’s home. Truth is, that the truth isn’t always beautiful, neither are the words of the truth.” Shimoje let go over her hands and stared once more into the fire and then stood up briefly to readjust the flame.
“I would figure if by meditation you could learn more about yourself. With focus you could be illuminated. The real question would be if you had patience to wait until your mud settles and the water would be clear.” Shimoje turned back to Vivienne then sat down. “Let us clear each other of our mud.”
Shimoje wanted to be honest with Vivienne and spoke in metaphors and intellectual thoughts. “How do you suggest we go about this?”
As she went on to describe the Symenestran people Shimoje couldn’t help but to think how rough Vivienne had it. Shimoje could relate in regards to having it rough, but his existence itself was not in jeopardy like hers. “It’s alright Vivienne. I will never judge you or your people. No reason to. Life would be different if people could just stop making assumptions. I like to listen to what is not said, and say what needs to be said.” Shimoje philosophized for a moment, but was just telling the honest truth.
As Vivienne went on to describing meditation, Shimoje immediately thought to himself how helpful such a thing could be for him. Being able to focus better and keeping thoughts from distracting him would be a useful tool. One that he wanted to add to his list of tools.
“Don’t worry about being rude to me. I am a man and can take honesty with sound principle. If you think of me to be offended lets meditate on it and truly see into each other. That is if meditation could be used for such?” Shimoje spoke in a tone where it was direct and to the point. He wanted to learn meditation from Vivienne, or at least figure out a few methods to clear and focus his mind.
“There are hazards in just living.” Shimoje quirked. He went on soon after saying something that hadn’t dawned on him before. “Simplicity, patience, compassion.” He smiled and looked Vivienne in the eyes once more and took hold of her hands with both of his. “My three greatest treasures. Without those I would be nothing.” He wanted to tell her more of himself, and go in detail as his thoughts stirred all over the place.
It had been some time since he got to enjoy being in such an intellectual and information sharing conversation and he was particularly enjoying it. “Back in Zeltiva, I would study all sorts of things. I enjoyed it, and often did it in confinement of my father’s home. Truth is, that the truth isn’t always beautiful, neither are the words of the truth.” Shimoje let go over her hands and stared once more into the fire and then stood up briefly to readjust the flame.
“I would figure if by meditation you could learn more about yourself. With focus you could be illuminated. The real question would be if you had patience to wait until your mud settles and the water would be clear.” Shimoje turned back to Vivienne then sat down. “Let us clear each other of our mud.”
Shimoje wanted to be honest with Vivienne and spoke in metaphors and intellectual thoughts. “How do you suggest we go about this?”
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