" Jatupon
looked down at a gigantic insect that was nonetheless smaller than
himself. He responded in the same international tongue with a hello.
"Where did you learn your English?" asked Jatupon; but no sooner had he
done this than he realized how foolish the question was since the
mosquito was an extension of himself. For some reason he was both
cognizant of the fact that the creature didn't exist and yet believing
in him. It was undeniable that if Buddha was right in claiming that
the self was a delusion there was a chance that instead of the mosquito
being less real it might be more real than himself. It was true that
the mosquito wasn't afraid of a man but a man was afraid of a mosquito.
Wasn't that, he asked himself, proof that the one who wasn't afraid
was more real?
"Where did you learn your English? "asked the mosquito.
"Music, TV shows, story books from the library, Newsweek in my
more ambitious times, cartoons mostly."
"Well, then, me too" the mosquito said. It paused and then pulled
out a cigarette from its gums and lit it without a match by striking it
against the metallic hair on one of its legs.
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