Infinite then. His face is rather serious and interested as he leans forward, finding himself studying her more intently. So thought works in such a way as to constantly change? That is not so bad in and of itself. One of the things he'd come to learn in Paris, and has more or less had confirmed here that there are less absolute Truths, at least in the way that Enjolras had always thought of them, than one might think.
"The focus of a life. I thought that I did understand that once, but I was..too narrow then. Perhaps the idea of opening it up has pushed me too far in the other direction than I've imagined. Poland, and her sister countries were important to me because they had a direct effect on the work my friends and I hoped to accomplish,and did also broaden our views outside of France, but I think that it was, well, less important to me than to the friend who read this book and told me of its existence.
And there are some rather rubbish things I've learned milling about in my mind too." He confessed, thinking of some matters of fashion, or of delving too deeply into studying the worlds of others, or considering, as he often had tried to, where the diversion that created his world and someone like, say, Iskierka and Temeraire's world had taken place. They were interesting thoughts, important to others maybe, but for his existence, for the things that mattered to him most, they did cloud up a lot of space where other thoughts, more beneficial to him, instead of a loosely mixed bag of...what were the dried flowers called again? Another fact that did not matter.
"How does one sort then? It seems, well, like a reasonable attempt to make, though I am not certain a human has the capacity for it, at that." It seems, still, like something Enjolras might consider as a way to find peace or greater clarification, and at least worth a few week's trial.
"Ah no, they do have their differences. They seem to...well to feel different, but also the way things move about in them, or function. Dreaming has acted like a dream but been so real there was no way it could have simply been a dream."
Malicant, after all, had taken them into a place that seemed like Dreaming now, because he had woken from it when he had not been to sleep, and had been a plane where rules and laws had all been vastly different. And other Dreaming times, the barricade of his nightmares that had appeared in one of his visits last year but it had been more tangible than a dream and he had woken with something from it, the waistcoat he'd found there, though he'd never seen it, solid and as real as it had been then.
A dream, like those he had when he had allowed himself to fully relax, in Combeferre's presence, the last time he had managed it, could be important too, yes. Grantaire had spoken to him in one such dream, and then Asti as well, but they'd even felt different there, as much as he HAD participated in them. A dream had a different, less vivid quality to it, perhaps, like a piece of art muted over time compared to the original the day it had been painted. Dreams seemed to fade things for him while Dreaming made them feel so real.
Still, he wished to know if that was true or not, or if his notions were rather off. "What are the differences, then? I should like to know a few if you are allowed to say. They may help me exploring here."
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"The focus of a life. I thought that I did understand that once, but I was..too narrow then. Perhaps the idea of opening it up has pushed me too far in the other direction than I've imagined. Poland, and her sister countries were important to me because they had a direct effect on the work my friends and I hoped to accomplish,and did also broaden our views outside of France, but I think that it was, well, less important to me than to the friend who read this book and told me of its existence.
And there are some rather rubbish things I've learned milling about in my mind too." He confessed, thinking of some matters of fashion, or of delving too deeply into studying the worlds of others, or considering, as he often had tried to, where the diversion that created his world and someone like, say, Iskierka and Temeraire's world had taken place. They were interesting thoughts, important to others maybe, but for his existence, for the things that mattered to him most, they did cloud up a lot of space where other thoughts, more beneficial to him, instead of a loosely mixed bag of...what were the dried flowers called again? Another fact that did not matter.
"How does one sort then? It seems, well, like a reasonable attempt to make, though I am not certain a human has the capacity for it, at that." It seems, still, like something Enjolras might consider as a way to find peace or greater clarification, and at least worth a few week's trial.
"Ah no, they do have their differences. They seem to...well to feel different, but also the way things move about in them, or function. Dreaming has acted like a dream but been so real there was no way it could have simply been a dream."
Malicant, after all, had taken them into a place that seemed like Dreaming now, because he had woken from it when he had not been to sleep, and had been a plane where rules and laws had all been vastly different. And other Dreaming times, the barricade of his nightmares that had appeared in one of his visits last year but it had been more tangible than a dream and he had woken with something from it, the waistcoat he'd found there, though he'd never seen it, solid and as real as it had been then.
A dream, like those he had when he had allowed himself to fully relax, in Combeferre's presence, the last time he had managed it, could be important too, yes. Grantaire had spoken to him in one such dream, and then Asti as well, but they'd even felt different there, as much as he HAD participated in them. A dream had a different, less vivid quality to it, perhaps, like a piece of art muted over time compared to the original the day it had been painted. Dreams seemed to fade things for him while Dreaming made them feel so real.
Still, he wished to know if that was true or not, or if his notions were rather off. "What are the differences, then? I should like to know a few if you are allowed to say. They may help me exploring here."