The adventures of a quiet country escort..( chapter 47)..

I decided for the large flower ...... with deep sadness,


I tore a petal ............. .......... then the other, and within seconds I found myself with a naked "yellow circle" between the fingers.

At that point the teacher gave a nod to the second servant, who with a smile give me the second flower .........

Without hesitation, I grabbed him ..........

i tore all the petals together but ........ !!!! .... (magic) ... !!!! ..... petals were not on.

I don't understand, then i tore more stronger ...... but nothing happened ....

, however, I realized only after two or three minutes , the flower ....... was plastic already ........... very common and banal

plastic.

I felt stupid, I thought about all efforts to be here , while the two disciples of the master ...... laugh.

"Excuse me, I want to know ....? ..... .... This flower?

"The reason is that I have decided for you .....you could choose two different paths ..but it is as if you have not decided on your own ....

"I assure you ........ I decided alone .......

"Not so, you thought it was too trivial to start from small flower, then you

chose the big one ....... not chose your heart ....... but your brain.

"I want to be totally honest ............

"Can you tell me everything...........

"When I realized that it was plastic, I thought to ask one clipper .........

"The big flower represents the beauty, the perfection of creation .......... no one has the right

to deprive him of his wonderful wings ............ it ....the flower.. accompany you to wonderful places........ .....make you dance ........

while the small one represents nothing ...... it .... the flower ... is not what it seems, but only a product of man that drives the complex mechanisms of your brain

making you imagine a flower but in reality produces nothing , only the illusion of the same ..... I was gently , I could deceive you with a very beautiful plastic flower.....

and one real small and ugly ........

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