The informal passages of gravity-defying dialogue swirl like manifest ethereal currents. They do not bind what they impart; they liberate it.
The Librarian: "To unlearn is to learn how to shed the weight of intention, do you not see?"
The Seeker: "If intention is weightless, does it contain potentiality or mere whispers in the void?"
Herein lies the truth of the floating words and twirling thoughts.
The Librarian: "A speck of truth soars in the atmosphere of understanding."
The Seeker: "Then is the pursuit of lore the incessant search for weightless specks?"
Proceed carefully now, for the path twists towards the unseen realm.
The Librarian: "Certainty is an anchor, a gravestone in the garden of knowledge."
The Seeker: "And thus we become ethereal gardeners."
The gentle caesura between now and infinity, explore it further in our anecdotal archives.