what I heard, they made excellent firewood in the incinerator. What is
there to cry about? They fulfilled the quest of their lives. It was
the only decent thing they ever did: becoming a fireball. What is
there to cry about?"
"They are gone. They were my parents and I loved them."
"You are sorry for the pain they experienced. I suppose that is
decent of you; but most of that love is just like not questioning why
there are three nets in this room instead of one. You, Thais, are so
subservient to your cultural definitions of right and wrong. What
silly things you all are. You are specifically foolish having the
loyalty of a dog that is kicked, fed, and comes back for more. You are
too Thai. It is absolutely sickening." It again glanced at Suthep.
"Tell me about this one on the mat with you. Is he as stupid?"
"Are you going to hurt him and me?"
"Possibly; or just allow you to hurt yourselves."
"Tell me about him."
"He is the third eldest brother. He is a litter older than me.
He likes Thai boxing and snookers. I don't know what to say. I don't
know what you want. He is my brother. I love him."
"There you go with that word. Do you think that they, your
parents, loved you?"
"Of course."
"That's what you think but that isn't what you know. I want what
you know from what you have repressed. I want the truth. I want to
enlighten you, or for you to enlighten yourself. It's a misnomer, you
know. It isn't really light at all in either color or weight.
Enlightenment is hard and dark. Don't you think so?"
"I've never considered it."
"I know you haven't." It paused. "You know, I can read your
thoughts. Why are you trying to memorize everything I'm saying. You