Martin has been listening to Christina, trying to follow her thinking. It's only part of me that hurts - another part of me can very well feel well. I think we are, but I can't explain it. Two sides of the same coin. Dualism or entity.
Dualism makes no sense.
It is Friday evening in the city. It is warm after the haze of the day, so the streets are crowded with people, relaxing from the heat in a mild evening, and ready for enjoying themselves. Friday night is the night of freedom - the night where everybody feels content after a week's work and satisfied because the weekend is on its way. You hear music from almost everywhere, and the citizens are sitting in the streetcafes with a cappuccino or a glass of wine. There is freedom in every breath being taken, a feeling of the wonder of Life in every sip of the cappuccino, a feeling of Life being worth while in everybody's eyes.