Two Colors a Day

“That train was never meant to go anywhere.”
“Then for What purpose was it built? You can’t possibly suggest that it was built to be stationary, for if that is the case it would cease to be a train at all.”
“How can it cease to be a train? It most certainly looks like a train. Are you telling me that you are looking at it straight on with your eyes and you see not a train, but something else?”
“I see a building shaped like a train, specifically a café shaped like a train.”
“Now you are just being silly, prolonging this already pointless debate by nitpicking a single perspective, tugging on a single thread amongst many.”
“Well, one must pull the thread to unravel the truth.”
“Truth? My confused brother, you would only distort the knitted cloth that was already created. Stop being a nuisance, a child, and grow up will you?”
“Or could it be, that the ‘knitted cloth’ is just an illusion and my eager and fascinated tugging of the thread simply elucidates that which has avoided us?”
“Stop.”
“Very well then sis, by the way, what a wonderful sunrise.”
“What is better? Sunsets or sunrises?”
“Now who is being childish?”