It’s over. I can’t move anymore. Sitting on the cold floor with my legs crossed, I prepare to meet my Maker. My numb hands are resting on my knees and I wait. If I have to die, I shall die in peace and with dignity. The cold is piercing my face and chest with thousands of needles. It’s sinking deep into my lungs, like the claw of a giant ice dragon. I decide to ignore it from now on. Obedient to my final wish, the pain fades away soon and is replaced by a comfortable numbness.
I start dreaming. I hear a voice telling me to sit on a higher stone, set my ankles over my thighs and let my knees touch the ground. If this position is too difficult to maintain, it can also be done by putting the ankles on top of each other. The voice also suggests to keep my back and head straight, my hands in the center with the left on top of the right and have the thumbs touching each other. This whole body posture looks a bit unusual to me, but what do I have to lose? With my last powers I find a flat stone and sit on it the way the voice from my dream indicated. Like in a dream, I adjust the position of my body, as suggested. I don’t care at this point anymore if the voice is real or only coming from my imagination. It makes me feel that I’m not alone and that is good enough for me. It’s always easier to have somebody near you when you die than to fade away from this world alone.
♣ [...] ♣
I’ve lost the count of time. I’ve lost the sensation of cold. I’ve lost the information about who and what I am. There is nothing else, only the Universe outside and inside me. That’s all that ever is, all that ever was, all that ever will be. The Universe, the real one, is not in the world of manifestations. Everything else, including myself, is an illusion. My body is burning like a flame. Life is an illusion. Death is an illusion. Pain is an illusion.
(excerpt from "Butterfly's Dream", a novel by Marian C. Ghilea)
“Mr. Sham and Mr. Hem, I believe,” said the
King. “Very able professors, both. And so is Mr. Jappet, but I
don’t see him.”
“What do they teach ?” asked Alice.
“How should I know ?” said the King.
“Whatever there is to teach, I suppose.”
He seemed for some reason to be a triﬂe
displeased, and, opening a book he had, turned over the pages in
silence for some minutes, making odd grimaces to himself.
“You might care to look over this,” he said,
at last, to Alice.
“Thank you,” she replied. “It isn’t your
Memorandum-Book, then? I thought it was.”
“I should think not, indeed !” he answered,
loftly. “I found this book on the end of the bench here when I sat
down. I fancy it’s his.” And he turned his head with a nod
towards the owl.
Then he laid the book on the bench and strolled
away. Alice thought it was rather odd she had not noticed any book
when she sat down. There was nothing at all promising in the
appearance of it nor in its title, which was “College
Examinations.” At home she would not have opened
it, but she knew that a book which belonged to an owl in Wonderland
must have something worthwhile in it. She opened at the preface,
which was in very large print, and had the long words in it divided
by hyphens, as in the “Second Reader.” It was addressed to
who ren-der knowl-edge un-at-ain-able
by the mass-es,” chieﬂy it appeared because of their neglect
to furnish answers to the “vex-a-tious
and spite-ful ques-tions” contained in examination
papers. The author stated his belief that many of the professors were
not themselves aware of the proper answers, and in this case his
present work would be a “boon alike to teachers and
taught.” The ﬁrst chapter in the book was “Test
Questions on Physics,” of
which Alice read a page or two:
“1. What was formerly the theory
Physics was formerly supposed to be a name for
medicines. When it was gradually observed that Physics did not cure
the sick, scientific men made investigations with a view to discover
their true nature and use.
2. Did they
They did. It was
discovered to be useful stuff for school-books.
3. What are the
chief properties of Physics?
4. What is matter?
Matter is a variable quality depending for
its existence on circumstances.
5. Explain this,
Take the case of A and B. If A should fall
heavily from the platform C, landing suddenly on the ground at D, it
would be NO matter to B. Likewise, if B should fall heavily the same
distance, it would be NO matter to A; though it would be equally
matter to A and B respectively.
6. What is
The force with
which anything strikes you at the moment.
7. To what is
momentum always equal?
It is always equal
to the occasion.
8. Give an
If a ball propelled at a given moment should
strike the head of a professor of Physics, the resut would be more
momentuous – i.e. have greater mamentum – than if a similar ball
at that moment should strike the head of a very small boy.
The momentum in each instance would be equal to
the occasion, plus the square of the difference in importance.
9. What is as
A species of stick.
10. How was it
Two workmen were once endeavoring to lift a
heavy boat. Not being able to do it, one of them cried, ‘Let us leave her!‘ ‘Lever! The very thing,’ said the other. And he
took up what was formerly supposed to be only a crowbar, and moved
the boat with surprising ease.
11. What is a
One that you can
pour water through, such as sieves, colanders, strainers, etc.
12. Are tea-pots,
pitchers, and jugs porous?
Only partially so.”
Alice, although she did not know anything about
Physics, could quite appreciate the absurdity of the owl’s book.
There were several pages more about Physics, followed by an
examination in Chemistry. But just then she heard the loud ringing of
a bell, so she immediately shut the book and put it on the bench,
looking round at the owl, who still sat blinking on his perch without
appearing to take the slightest notice of anything.
(“A New Alice in the Old Wonderland” - Anna
Matlack Richards, 1895)
When you can hear your heart, you are the mirror, when you can’t, you are the reflection. Yet, don’t forget: sometimes the mirrors can break! When this happens, you shall see that the ego itself is an illusion, an illusion within an illusion. And when you reach this level of wisdom, you can become anyone you like.”
Seraphios (c. 605 – c. 513 BC) - Dialogues at the Edge of Time