"When pronounced, it sounds like you're almost saying enormous, see" he pronounced again, slowly extending the 'no' of his imagined word.
"Look those two words up on this little dictionary of yours" he tapped on my skull "meta and nomos."
... I searched.
"You see a way of walking on this Earth, a perception of the metaphysical make up, an intricate web of possibilities can be seen through such a veil."
"When you see that this universe operate on a set of laws, ever-changing in the way it brings in different characteristics when an individual situation arises, you are able to flow through life's spectrum of experiences, guided by search of truth in every moment."
As I just went into bewilderment yet confusion in what he was painting, we stalled in quiet for a few minutes, he took a sip off his rose water bottle and whispered "a vessel as a shadow."
