For the first time, Gol looks at Dio and sees a comrade, a colleague, a person who he identifies with and trusts. Prior to this, Gol felt suspicion and sensed Dio brought bad around. Gol surmises, “Similar to water, if a person continues to visit and be friendly, they wear on you. Personality, like water to the rock, softens with cordial and repeated, continual contact,” after numerous visits and conversations, Gol’s demeanor toward Dio softens.

“What is the greatest force on earth?” Gol inquires and asks Dio.

Dio thinks aloud, “The greatest force on earth, hmmm, the greatest force on earth, it must be the spirit, the focused spirit.”

Gol interjects, “What about water? What of the hand of God? What about the foundation of the tallest building in the world? What about hate? Love?”

Dio enjoys Gol’s inquisition and conjures, “Surely not the foundation of the greatest building, ten thousand sticks of explosive will maim the building. Water, ask Lao Tzu. The hand of God, most definitely, but cannot be counted. God transcends earth. Hate burns too much ill feeling, and it burns out, the core rots. Love, perhaps love, yet what happens when love crosses disappointment. The problem with love is idealism, an emotion tied to a perceived idea about another person. With this type of emotion, people eventually let you down. When that occurs, what happens to love?”

Gol replies and speaks of love as if it blossoms fresh in his heart. “Yes, on love, I see your point. At first, when you find love, no right can be wronged.”

Dio nods and continues, “Of love and hate, they represent the truth of life, each force counters an opposing force. The key with water is it flows continually without emotion, wearing on the rock. Do you feel you could love continually and free flowing without regard to emotion? Can your spirit love without hate ever disrupting? The difficulty with love is it takes two souls for true love.” Gol interjects, “I understand your point. Love hits home with me now that Phor resides with and in my heart.”

Dio laughs, “Yes, the love of a child, fleeting, very fleeting. How will the love blossom?” Dio’s face scrunches turns sour.

An awkward silence permeates Golidonts. Gol flinches. A noise breaks the silence. He turns and sees a squirrel running for a nut, branches crunch. Gol looks at Dio, stares and comments, “Dio, are you okay? You look white.” With a painfully straight face, Dio replies, “I know the most powerful force of the night. It is the Guzzas. Guzzas freeze love. They morph love to hate. When you see the death…” Suddenly, Dio stops talking.