“The world? The world is a feeling,” Wiseman replied.
Electric current burned his body once again. Not because of the answer. Prophylactically.
“A feeling, you say? What kind of feeling: love or hate?” one of the torturers laughed out loud.
The wiseman has understood long ago that this one is impossible to return to the path of truth. He was the smartest of them.
Again, volts through his muscles.
“What kind of feeling is it, you, old cunt? Love or Hate?!”
Others were also giggling, though they didn’t not understand why.
“Both love and hate,” said the Wiseman.
Electricity, again. He lost his consciousness.