Why are we here?
-To answer questions like that one.
So our existence is defined by a question that it answers by itself alone?
-Yes. If we didn't need to find that out, we wouldn't need to fulfill it. Therein lies the problem; what is the purpose then on, once we know the reason?
I guess it's to forget that we know the answer, and then to ask the question again.
-Exactly.
And that goes on for eternity?
-An eternity of eternities.
Is it possible to forget that you've forgotten it?
-No. That is memory. You did not forget, after all. A part of you suppressed it.
Isn't that forgetting?
-It may appear that way. Really forgetting is a piece of paper which has been burned. Suppression- the paper is merely erased.
Why would a part of me suppress something?
-Pain, fear, anger-any strong feeling.
Even happiness.
How can happiness suppress a memory?
-Happiness is the worst suppressor of all. You're fine now, aren't you?
Yes, I suppose.
-Are you really? Or is there a piece of you that is screaming "Something is wrong!" Up until now, it slept. You were happy. Now you must sedate it with a merry heart, to the point of near-euthanasia. Happiness is king, but misery threatens a coup d'etat. There is something in you that is so broken that you need happiness. But it is really what breaks you. It is not true happiness, but an evil twin. Who will prevail?
I honestly don't know.
-That is what I hoped you'd say. You know I am being honest, too, and you said so. Perhaps your misery is really true happiness in an iron mask.