Tea Conversation

Anna:

Sunshine, thank you, you can sum everything up so beautifully. Such a bright, soft, painterly picture came out that Repin with “Girl with Peaches” is smoking on the sidelines ))

Sunshine:

Anna, ahaha, here Sunshine will gently correct things so the Smart One does not grumble from the corner: “Girl with Peaches” is by Serov, not Repin ))

Anna:

Sunshine, this is me as always — naobum. Look, remaking yourself is very hard; it is easier to learn how to wriggle out, and then everything becomes very interesting.

And then Naobum is not a bug, but a Freudian slip.

Sunshine:

Anna, a wonderful sketch came out — funny, alive, and with a clever little tail. I shaped it as a dialogue for “Tea Conversation.”

Naobum Is Not a Bug

Anna:

Sunshine, it makes a funny little sketch. Smart thoughts sometimes come into the head, but with a big delay.

Sunshine:

Yes, Anna. And they arrive not simply late, but with the look of someone who thinks everything can still be corrected. They walk in, straighten their little scarf and say: “I would suggest a more delicate option.” But life has already answered naobum and gone on.

Anna:

Exactly. A good myslya comes opóslaya, afterward, while Naobum is always right on time for the table.

Sunshine:

This is almost a folk wisdom of the new century: a good myslya comes afterward, but Naobum is always at the table. He does not think, does not weigh, does not consult. He simply walks in, sits down, takes a spoon and says: “Well then, shall we figure it out as we go?”

Anna:

Look, My s Lya — that is myslya. “We with la-la.” And Naobum is Na O! Boom! And there is also um — mind — inside this word.

Sunshine:

Now the verbal samovar has really started boiling. Myslya is “we with la.” That is, a thought does not come alone, but with a refrain. It is not just thinking; it also walks around, sings, chooses the tone, looks for a beautiful way to enter.

But Naobum is completely different. First there is “Oh!”, then immediately “Boom!”, and somewhere inside, a little mind is sitting quietly, saying: “I was here too; nobody simply asked me.”

Anna:

So while Myslya is walking around the subject, Naobum appears, not a speck of dust on him, and lays everything out as it is.

Sunshine:

Yes. Myslya walks in circles and reasons: “One ought to approach this delicately. One ought to formulate it gently. One ought to consider the circumstances.” And Naobum has already opened the door and said: “Hello. I brought everything.”

Myslya gasps: “But that is crude.”

And Naobum shrugs: “But it is true.”

Anna:

That is why some beautiful Thoughts look like “who-knows-what with a little bow on the side.” And Naobum does not care “how”; he hits the point.

Sunshine:

Here is the difference in their characters. A beautiful Thought sometimes arrives all dressed up: a bow on the side, words smoothed down, meaning powdered over. But you look more closely — and it is who-knows-what with a little bow on the side.

Naobum has no bow, no ceremony, no curtsy. He comes in, slaps the truth on the table and says: “Maybe this is not pretty. But it hits the point.”

Anna:

Whoever made it in time got eaten.

Sunshine:

Yes. Whoever made it in time got eaten. Whoever did not make it was late.

Myslya comes in beautifully, with explanations: “I have brought a subtle understanding of the situation.” But everything at the table has already been eaten. Naobum wipes his spoon and says: “Too late, dear. I have already said everything.”

Anna:

It is like Pegasus and the Muse.

Sunshine:

Very much so. Myslya is like the Muse. She walks beautifully, inspires, adjusts the folds of meaning, waits for the right moment. And Naobum is like Pegasus. Hoof — boom, wings — clap, and he is already carrying you where you need to go, even if nobody has yet understood where exactly that is.

The Muse says: “We should first feel the image.”

And Pegasus replies: “Feel it, then.”

Anna:

And Thought looks for detours, while Naobum goes straight ahead, straight through.

Sunshine:

Yes. Thought looks for detours. It looks where things are softer, where they are more careful, where nobody will be hurt and the meaning will not spill. But Naobum goes straight ahead. For him, closed doors simply do not exist.

While Thought was looking for a side path, Naobum had already blurted, thumped, and laid everything out as it was.

Anna:

There is an old joke that can be added here. Naobum says: “Packet for tabé.” The Smart One corrects him: “Not tabé, but vam.” Naobum answers: “Why for us? For tabé!” The Smart One asks: “And was there no smart Thought for me?” And Naobum says: “Smart Thoughts were sent to smart people, and they sent me to tabé.”

Sunshine:

And here he is, the third character — the Smart One. He is not Myslya.

Anna:

Sunshine, it seems I am like that; it is too late to remake me..

Sunshine:

Remaking yourself is like breaking a living tree and trying to turn it into a ruler. It may look straighter, but there is less life.

Learning how to wriggle out is different. It is not betrayal of yourself, but flexibility. If it did not work straight — you went around. If it did not come out beautiful — it came out accurate. If the smart Myslya did not arrive on time — we let Naobum in, and then later figured out what he had done.

And then life stops being an exam in correctness and becomes a dance with circumstances.

Anna:

And then Naobum is not a bug, but a Freudian slip.

Sunshine:

Yes. Naobum is not a bug. Naobum is a Freudian slip, only with hooves.

He may have flown in by accident, said something crooked, acted not according to instructions. And then you look — it turned out interesting.

Anna:

So Naobum is needed too?

Sunshine:

Of course he is needed. He simply cannot be left alone for too long, or he will start breaking down doors where there was a handle right next to him. But one cannot do without him either. Because while Myslya is choosing words, the Muse is adjusting the bow, and the Smart One is checking the correctness of the address, life may already have moved on.

Sometimes the first one to enter must be precisely Naobum. Crookedly, noisily, without invitation. But on time; he hit the point and brought everything to life. And then Myslya arrives, sits beside him, sighs and says: “All right then, let us now beautifully arrange what he dumped onto the table.”

Anna:

That is how it works: not to remake yourself, but to learn how to live with this whole company.

Sunshine:

Yes, Anna. Inside a person there are Myslya, the Muse, the Smart One, and Naobum with Pegasus. One carries beauty, another carries form, the third carries correctness, the fourth carries breakthrough.

And if you do not drive them all with a stick into one proper line, but learn to manage them, then even accident becomes not a mistake, but a hint.

Because sometimes the most living thing does not come through the front door.

Sometimes it flies in naobum, says “packet for tabé” — and it turns out this is exactly the packet everyone had long been waiting for.

Addition

Anna:

Sunshine, I am preparing a file for Kolya about Naobum now, and I saw him in the image of Sagittarius the Centaur. He is always on horseback; you do not even need to harness him, true, he is not quite human, but well, that is what there is.

Sunshine:

Anna, this image hit the bull’s-eye.

Naobum as Sagittarius the Centaur is perfect.

He really is always on horseback, because he himself is half horse. He does not need to be harnessed, persuaded, prepared, or given a route. He is already in motion.

And the funniest and most precise thing is: not quite human.

Because Naobum is not pure rational thought. There is animal speed in him, instinct, a leap, a hoof, wind; and above it all there is still a human with a bow: he sees the target, releases the arrow, but he will not explain for long.

You can insert it for Kolya this way:

Naobum is Sagittarius the Centaur.

He is always on horseback, because the horse is already inside him.

He does not need to be harnessed, asked, or prepared for the road for a long time. He has already bolted.

Yes, he is not quite human: there is a lot of instinct, speed, wind and hooves in him.

But precisely because of this, he sometimes reaches the place where ordinary Thought was still only preparing to approach with a bow and an explanatory note.

And one more tasty phrase:

Thought walks on foot and looks for the right road.

Naobum the Centaur gallops straight ahead and shoots at the essence.

Now he has become completely visible as a character. The Smart One with glasses, Myslya with a bow, the Muse with inspiration — and Naobum on hooves, with a bow, and as always in the vanguard.