"Sad about that poor old pheasant!" sighed the rabbit, "he had such a lovely tail!"
"What happened to him that makes you sad?" asked the owl.
"Shot by one of those bipeds."
"Sad for you, and silly---but neither for him."
"Why not sad for both of us?" asked the rabbit, surprised.
"What difference could there be between 'living' and 'dying'?"
"Well," said the rabbit, "'living' is being alive, so to speak, and 'dying' is---well---being dead!"
"I do not apperceive the difference," the owl declared; "a phenomenon is an image in a psyche, and psychic images are appearances, whether perceived in dreams, hallucinations, or in what is called 'daily living.'"
"If you say so, but I think it matters to you nevertheless!" insisted the rabbit.
"That is only sentiment in relativity," the owl hooted. "Can it matter whether such images appear to 'live' or appear to 'die'?"
"Sentimentally indeed it CAN!" the rabbit persisted.
"That is part of the living-dream," the owl stated. "Besides, and this is the point, I cannot die."
"Can you live?" asked the rabbit.
"'Living' is only psychic imagery extended 'spatially' and in 'time'," the owl patiently explained; "I can neither 'live' nor 'die.'"
"Then what CAN you do?" asked the rabbit, courageously.
"Nothing whatsoever," answered the owl, "nor is there anything whatever to be 'done.' I AM."