[The second part.]
The Universal Consciousness
Turn away.
It is such a well-crafted bit of furniture, mister. Fit for
the kings. That’s what you think, as you curl up on the regal cot, itself lying
demurely in the corner of the veranda. Or rather, that’s what you ought to. But
you do not subscribe, and thus, you gaze out peacefully into the face of Freedom.
A school catches your eye; the students, as a body, babbling away in some
foreign tongue. An open driveway that swirls and swirls and disappears into
roseate memory. You will sob like the rebel who has realised his place in the
universe one day, but you don’t know it yet. Oh, for a moment back then! You
see the neighbour’s cook doing ye olde clanging and the intriguing smell of
fish and smoke wafts to you. There are cards on the table and antique coins
dating back to the Chain-Born Era. You’ve lost interest though. The sky is as
lush a colour as you can imagine. All the warm anticipation of a freshwater morning
at a picnic and a nostalgic whiff of the swallows flying south. Wow, there
glimmers the pond between the buildings; there watches a fellow soul from his
happy cell. Now, you confuse yourself with what truly was. You don’t know that,
of course. You’re almost on the verge. Truth…and...nothi… It was like that
though. Perhaps. You dash your car along the tiles unconcernedly.
Later in the day, someone asks you whether all perception is
an illusion and you cease to exist. Meld
now into the background hum of the universe, lost forever, forever to linger. You
have broken through.
The chained Beast is chained no more.
Turn back.
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