You came close--we nearly crossed each other--but I watched you just behind me and moved before you would approach, knowing you would be drawn by a token I left for you to follow, forgetting to look around yourself, where you would have seen me, trailing your trailing me.
I needed to know whether or not your motivations were material--or if, in fact, you were as involved as I am afraid you might be in the catastrophe unfolding before me--and, if so, before us. That is why I left an object of great value there, next to the seductive token. The token would draw you, I knew that, but needed to know if being so drawn, you would be tempted by a valuable thing. Would you take it, I asked myself. I watched you. I thought--indeed hoped!--that you would.
But you did not. You are unconcerned with the luxurious trifles of this place. You left the luxurious object there but took the token. I know now that you are following me--and have a better perception of what might be motivating you. You are driven by a desire to discover me. And you are thrilled that I am addressing you directly.
A hunt, of hunters for hunters, blurs all distinction between following and followed. I am afraid that you might be very near in your trailing--I am confident, however, that I have you in my sight.
We have stared each other in the eyes. One must always test one's audience.
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