I had an interesting dream last night and I thought of writing about it and, of course, adding something to it to turn it into an awkward story.
Well, lend me your ears (oops, eyes!):
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Well, lend me your ears (oops, eyes!):
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He really wanted to see what was hiding behind that wall; his question had always been this one: was it a wall or was it a fence because, from the place where he was, he could only see that there was something high somewhere there, in the distance, that he could easily call `a wall` or `a fence`.
He was the only one that looked that way, I mean he was a kind of dwarf or elf that nobody had met before. His beauty was unforgettable, for he looked prettier than any person in the world. It was only him who could make you forget about anything that had been bothering you for some time, and this was due to his absolute wonderful beauty. There are no words to describe the way he appeared to you but once seen, you could never ever forget anything that made up his look: his eyes, his hair, and his little body, his everything.
To us, he was huge indeed. He was the ideal, the inspiration, the muse of each poet, the happiness and the sadness at the same time. Sadness turned into something unreal, it became nothing but happiness itself. To him, if you asked for something that seemed surreal to you, he simply gazed in the distance and pretended not to have heard you, but suddenly, that requesting of yours became real; actually, he turned it into something real, touchable in a manner that no one could ever imagine. Things are hard for me to explain in detail; in fact, he would be very angry to hear that I have dared telling you about his magic.
Hmmm… There he was, in front of a somehow `stupid` question: should he go further or should he stay and imagine things, watching that wall or fence? Curiosity, for us, the mortals, is something that we are born with; it`s in our veins, it`s beyond our capacity of understanding. But to him, curiosity meant nothing; he knew that, if he were curious, his life would be at stake, and this was something that he really didn`t feel like trying. Immortality, to him, was just like curiosity to us: he was endowed with immortality as long as he could beat curiosity. But, since he lived among us, he sort of became mortal and, from this point of view, curiosity kept on trying his mind.
He would have given anything in the world just to get rid of curiosity; he would have preferred talking to one of us to compel us to go there, to that wall or fence, and to tell him afterwards what there was. But could he do such a thing? It was difficult for him to do that because he knew what it laid in store for him if he did that: he could easily pass away; he could easily turn his back to immortality and could turn into one of us.
As to mention, he was the only one who had remained the way we had been before: now we were mortals, but once, we had been immortal too; and we had been the same size - huge and strong, the way he was. He became now a specimen, a kind of person on extinction. Moreover, he had the power! As for us, the wall or the fence had beaten us! And I say `the wall` or `the fence` because, once we got in front of that thing, each of us could see it as `a wall` or `a fence`.
Those who had made mistakes in their lives could see it a wall – that something that had no life, that was deserted, that couldn`t breathe anymore; it lacked life of any kind. Those who were all right, who had done almost everything in their life to be of any help to the others, could see it a fence – full of life, high, made of grass, breathing life through all its pores. Nevertheless, the latter – the fence- was mortal, whereas the former – the wall- was immortal. Since the day we saw reality with our own eyes, we have turned into smaller creatures than we had been before. Reality hurts, but our comprehension is beyond our thoughts. Awkward thing, but that`s the way it was!
None of us could tell him the truth about that huge thing: whether it was a wall or a fence because we were afraid to lose what we had gained: immortality through mortality. So, we decided to let him be the greatest and decide to himself.
Therefore, one night, he made up his mind and went on a two day journey to see to himself what that thing was. No details about the journey because none of us was with him then. The only thing I know is that he got in front of that `wall` or `fence` at the crack of dawn and before the sun set, he had seen it `a wall`, then, quick as you can wink an eye, it turned into `a fence`. The sun was up in the sky and there it was: a huge fence ahead of him! The sun got him blind and I know that because he was brought back home on a path created by a piece of that fence. It looked as if the fence had become very angry seeing him there, in front of it, staring at it, at its hugeness and profoundness.
He did not suffer in any way on his way back home, because the fence had taken care of this: he told us he only felt something soft under his feet, soft like spring grass, taking him from underneath and bringing him softly to his land, where we were.
His only suffering was that he had lost his eyesight. Curiously or not, this lead to his imagining things, to his `seeing` what he wanted `to see` from that moment on.
Hmmm…What could I say? That curiosity killed the cat? That immortality had become mortal? That he was no longer our dwarf or elf? That he was no longer bigger than us? That we ruled the world from that on? Or that he could still rule us from an `unseen` world, an imaginary one? Or, maybe that he had paid a too huge price for us to become immortal?
Questions, questions to which only the ordinary people beyond the `wall` or `fence` have answers…Yet, to mention that his unforgettable beauty had turned into a rainbow on which we could easily travel, from now on, to and from the `wall` that had forever turned into `a fence`!
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He was the only one that looked that way, I mean he was a kind of dwarf or elf that nobody had met before. His beauty was unforgettable, for he looked prettier than any person in the world. It was only him who could make you forget about anything that had been bothering you for some time, and this was due to his absolute wonderful beauty. There are no words to describe the way he appeared to you but once seen, you could never ever forget anything that made up his look: his eyes, his hair, and his little body, his everything.
To us, he was huge indeed. He was the ideal, the inspiration, the muse of each poet, the happiness and the sadness at the same time. Sadness turned into something unreal, it became nothing but happiness itself. To him, if you asked for something that seemed surreal to you, he simply gazed in the distance and pretended not to have heard you, but suddenly, that requesting of yours became real; actually, he turned it into something real, touchable in a manner that no one could ever imagine. Things are hard for me to explain in detail; in fact, he would be very angry to hear that I have dared telling you about his magic.
Hmmm… There he was, in front of a somehow `stupid` question: should he go further or should he stay and imagine things, watching that wall or fence? Curiosity, for us, the mortals, is something that we are born with; it`s in our veins, it`s beyond our capacity of understanding. But to him, curiosity meant nothing; he knew that, if he were curious, his life would be at stake, and this was something that he really didn`t feel like trying. Immortality, to him, was just like curiosity to us: he was endowed with immortality as long as he could beat curiosity. But, since he lived among us, he sort of became mortal and, from this point of view, curiosity kept on trying his mind.
He would have given anything in the world just to get rid of curiosity; he would have preferred talking to one of us to compel us to go there, to that wall or fence, and to tell him afterwards what there was. But could he do such a thing? It was difficult for him to do that because he knew what it laid in store for him if he did that: he could easily pass away; he could easily turn his back to immortality and could turn into one of us.
As to mention, he was the only one who had remained the way we had been before: now we were mortals, but once, we had been immortal too; and we had been the same size - huge and strong, the way he was. He became now a specimen, a kind of person on extinction. Moreover, he had the power! As for us, the wall or the fence had beaten us! And I say `the wall` or `the fence` because, once we got in front of that thing, each of us could see it as `a wall` or `a fence`.
Those who had made mistakes in their lives could see it a wall – that something that had no life, that was deserted, that couldn`t breathe anymore; it lacked life of any kind. Those who were all right, who had done almost everything in their life to be of any help to the others, could see it a fence – full of life, high, made of grass, breathing life through all its pores. Nevertheless, the latter – the fence- was mortal, whereas the former – the wall- was immortal. Since the day we saw reality with our own eyes, we have turned into smaller creatures than we had been before. Reality hurts, but our comprehension is beyond our thoughts. Awkward thing, but that`s the way it was!
None of us could tell him the truth about that huge thing: whether it was a wall or a fence because we were afraid to lose what we had gained: immortality through mortality. So, we decided to let him be the greatest and decide to himself.
Therefore, one night, he made up his mind and went on a two day journey to see to himself what that thing was. No details about the journey because none of us was with him then. The only thing I know is that he got in front of that `wall` or `fence` at the crack of dawn and before the sun set, he had seen it `a wall`, then, quick as you can wink an eye, it turned into `a fence`. The sun was up in the sky and there it was: a huge fence ahead of him! The sun got him blind and I know that because he was brought back home on a path created by a piece of that fence. It looked as if the fence had become very angry seeing him there, in front of it, staring at it, at its hugeness and profoundness.
He did not suffer in any way on his way back home, because the fence had taken care of this: he told us he only felt something soft under his feet, soft like spring grass, taking him from underneath and bringing him softly to his land, where we were.
His only suffering was that he had lost his eyesight. Curiously or not, this lead to his imagining things, to his `seeing` what he wanted `to see` from that moment on.
Hmmm…What could I say? That curiosity killed the cat? That immortality had become mortal? That he was no longer our dwarf or elf? That he was no longer bigger than us? That we ruled the world from that on? Or that he could still rule us from an `unseen` world, an imaginary one? Or, maybe that he had paid a too huge price for us to become immortal?
Questions, questions to which only the ordinary people beyond the `wall` or `fence` have answers…Yet, to mention that his unforgettable beauty had turned into a rainbow on which we could easily travel, from now on, to and from the `wall` that had forever turned into `a fence`!
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