With every meter that Rudy passed, his resistance to the influence of the fortune teller's words became more intense, but at the same time the fortune teller's words became more deeply rooted in himself and his mind. Although he did not admit it, the fortune teller's words had completely controlled him. "Indeed, what knowledge do we, the inhabitants of this vile grain of dust called the Earth, claim to say, 'This is possible and this is not possible?' If we were merely irrational beings, we would say that we were created as a result of certain interactions between different chemical elements, such as mushrooms, algae, and others. But where does the soul come from and where does it go?" Do you go? And the mind and feelings? It is impossible for a bone or muscle in my body to feel love or hatred or to think and make a decision. All of this is carried by an energy that resides in my body, an energy that is stronger and bigger than me. It does not even reveal to me who it is or what it is made of I am just a dead battery for this energy, what a worthless piece of junk I am, but why should I accept that the fortune teller's words are true? He, too, is just a piece of junk like me! These thoughts were fighting inside Rudy, and he did not know which idea was victorious over the other
