Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5954 (five thousand nine hundred and fifty-four) Priority

The Gray Hand asked, "Is this true or false?"

"Can I tell a lie?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"No." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

"How do you know you can't?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"I think, if I think it's impossible, then it's impossible." said the man with gray hands.

"It's true." The Brown-Handed Man said, "Why can you and I both think of dreams?"

"Maybe the good impressions we have of the past are just dreams?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Isn't there such a thing in reality?" asked the brown-handed man.

The gray-handed man said, "You can't say it absolutely, or else you'll feel uncomfortable again."

"So?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

“So it exists in reality.” said the man with gray hands.

"Then why didn't we think of it just now?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

“Because dreams take priority.” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Why do dreams take priority?" the brown-handed man asked deliberately.

"Do you think I would say it's because it doesn't exist in reality?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "Hmm?"

"Is that so?" the Gray Hand Man asked.

"That's not the case." The brown-handed man said, "It can only be said that the impression left on us in reality is not as deep as that in dreams? Is that right?"

The Gray Hand said, "I'm thinking about the topic I just talked about."

"What?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"About tools." said the man with gray hands.

"What do you mean?" the brown-handed man asked again.

"I was a tool at that time." The gray-handed man said, "What beauty can a tool have?" The brown-handed man said, "I was also a tool at that time. What is the beauty of a tool?"

"If we look at the small details, we as tools also have wonderful experiences," said the Gray Hand Man, "but, generally speaking, tools don't seem to have any real beauty, right?"

The brown-handed man said, "What's the real meaning?"

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man said, "I can't say it's absolute. I can't say that we, as tools, have never experienced beauty."

"I understand that you can't say it absolutely." The brown-handed man said, "But, if you emphasize the true meaning, it means that there is also beauty that is not in the true sense."

The Gray Hand said, "Yes. That's what is called beauty."

Having said this, after thinking for a while and pausing, the Gray Hand Man continued, "You can't say that it's not beautiful in the true sense."

"What do you want to say?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It depends on who you are talking to." The Gray Hand said, "For the tool itself, it is not really beautiful, but for the person who uses the tool, it is really beautiful, right?"

The brown-handed man hummed.

The Gray Hands Man continued, "I won't talk about the beauty of tools, I'll just talk about the so-called beauty of tools, okay?"

"Speak." said the man with brown hands.

"The beauty of a tool is the beauty of the one who uses it," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "Who are you talking about?"

"Yes, who else?" The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "But can that so-called beauty be felt?"

"You mean using the Lord?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "It seems that it is difficult for the owner to be satisfied with a tool like me. If the owner is not even satisfied, how can it be considered beautiful?"

"It's hard for him to be satisfied with me as his tool." The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Then I can't feel it? Is that what you mean?"

"Of course that's what I mean." The Gray Hand said, "You'll understand once you hear it."

(End of this chapter)