Itisyou.Itisyouralluriimentaleyes.
Whoisitthatbrokethroughthebarrierofdarkcloudsandlikethemoonhastenstorendezvouswithmyriadsofstars?
Itisyou.YouaretheonewhomImostwishwouldeinmydreams.
Sosinging,thebeautiesfollowedKingDimitrioutofthegoldpace.Hegazedattherainbowacrosstheskiesaboveandthenlookeddownontheheavyyellowsoilbehhisfeet.InhishearthesilentlyrepeatedStephawordstohim.Herprophesy.
Chapter7Dream-maker’sBakery
Dimitriwokeupshiveringinthechillywind.Heopenedhiseyesandlookedaround.Everythingitchdark,sohekhenthathewasbackagaininthemundaneworldwherehewasahomelessblindmancursedbyfate.Hemutteredtohimself,“Whereismymajestigdom?Mymagnifitpace?Wherearemytlessbeautiesandthenewlystructedsolidgoldpace?Aretheyonlyfancifulcreationsofmydreams?No.No.Itshouldn’tbelikethat!Eveniftheyaredreams,theyarethefruitoftheborofmybraincells.No,theyotbeonlydreams.”Havingjustwakenedup,Dimitriwasagaihought.Herememberedoernoonwhenheandhisbeautieswerewhilingawaysometimebythesideoftheke.Thewarmsunandspringbreezemadehimdrowsyandhefelsleep.Hedreamedhesawaraggedvagabondwithawhitee,strugglingalonginadensefog,obviouslyablindman.No.Thatblindmanwashimselfbecauseherememberedhecouldonlydisfuzzylightandshadowyformsofpeople.Allofasuddenhemissedhisstepandfellintoswiftcurrentsofwater.Hecriedoutinfrightandwokeuptoseethebeautiessmilingathiminamusement.Oneofhisfeetwassoakedinthecrystalclearkewater!Atthetime,Dimitrireallydidn’tknowwherehewas.Hewastotallylost,fusedandbefuddled.WasitKingDimitriwhodreamedofapoorblindman,orwasittheblindvagabondwhodreamedofthehonorable,majestigDimitri?Realityanddreams–whichisreandwhichisfantasy?Perhapsbothwerereal,orbothwereunreal.Real,lifemayberal,situatedbetweendreamay.Orperhapsrealityisdreamsanddreamsarereality.Thetwoaresuperimposed,withnotraceofreality.Theidwaftedovermouth-wateringsmellofnewlybakedbreadandDimitriwasimmediatelyhitangofhunger.Hesuddenlysawthelightandmuttered,
“Yes,itisreallyverysimple.Smelloffoodmakesyoufeelhungry.Noneedficordialectituitionisallthatisnecessary.Dimitri’sbrainswhirled.Heseemedtobefasatedbythisplicatedmindgame.Hetinuedinhistrainofthoughts.
“MyKingdomofDreamswasbuiltbytheborofmybraincells.Butbraincellsareanicmaterialthingofthebrain.Theyarenotme.WhodesignedandbuiltthisbeautifulKingdomofDreams?Itisapairofinvisiblehands.Justastherealworld,whichismadeupofmaterialthings,isbuiltbythosehand,sotooismyKingdomofDreamsbuiltbythesamepairofhands.TherealmaterialworldandmyKingdomofDreamsbothreallyexist.Youalsosayherofthemexistsbecauseonedaymaterialthingswillperishjustasthefleshbodywillonedaydie.”
DimitriseemedtoseeagainStephanieiminute.Shewasstaringatthecloudlessblueskywithasweetandhappysmile.Ihofherheart,alotofcealed,almostindisiblethoughtsseemedsuddenlytoetolife,likethesmallestmoleculesoflightdanghappyandlivelyinthefluctuatinglight.ButStephaniewasonlyaby-stander,silentlywatgthemovementsofherthought.Shewasonlyaby-stander,asifthesethoughthadnothingtodowithher,forhehearthadlongbeehthewideexpanseofblueskies.Theblueskiesdonotmindtheingsandgoingsofdarkclouds.Dimitrisuddenlysaidexcitedly,
“Stephaniesolvedtheproblem!Itoowillsolveit!Iamsureouranswerswillbethesamebecausethereisonlyoh!Thingsarereallyquitesimple.Whenthenosesmellsthearomaoffreshly-bakedbread,thestomachfeelshuisallprettystraightforwardanddirect,withnoneedfiddialectituitionisenough.Itispinandsimple.”Dimitriughedathimselfandmuttered,
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