Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第267/327页)

gers,whistledshrilly,pickeduphiswhiteeandwalkedjauntilyawayfromthedesertedrosegardenwhistlinghappily,forhehadfoundthemagicalswithisbrainanddecidedwhichwaytogo.

    Dimitriwalkedalongwhistlinghappily.HedidfullytrustthesenseofsightcreatedforhimbyhistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivity,sohetappedhiswaycarefullyalongwithhiswhiteeunawarethattherewasawhitecloudhanginglowintheskyfollowingwhereverhewent.Hefoundthatthepeoplewalkingpasthimallseemedtobeihurry,andthecarsontheroadflewbyinarush.Whataretheyseargforinsuchhaste?Inthisbusyworldofours,whataretheirgoalsinlife?Whydon’ttheygototheirchurches,temples,mosquesorsynagoguestoworshiptheirgodandwashawaythesinsintheirsouls?Inthisworldofoursthereisnothingthattakethepceion.Notliterature,philosophy,artormodernsce.Ourjourneyohislikefloatingonasmallboatinthergeo.Sometimesitiscalmandpeaceful,butatothertimesitmaybetumultuousandstormy.Whenstrongwindsandhugewavestossyourboataroundinastorm,whatyourelyontocalmdownandshowyoudire?Nothing.Whydopeoplegiveupreligion?OfcourseweareagainstreligioustotalitarianismoftheMiddleAges,butnothingeverrepceprofiousteagsandtheoriesbecausetheyarethesymbolofthespiritualcivilizationofmankind.DimitrisuddenlyhadastrangewhimandgaveorderstohistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivitysaying,

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    “Quick!Twisttheswitpeople’sbrainsandorderthemtogototheirpcesofworship.Itdoesn’tmatteriftheyareCatholics,Protestant,Jews,BuddhistsorMuslims.Allorthodoxanduniversallyacceptedformsionwilldo.”Imaginationaivityimmediatelyturocarryouttheirmaster’sordersandallofasuddencarsgedroutesandpeoplehurriedtotheirchurches,temples,synagoguesandmosques.Dimitricppedhishandssaying,“Thatismyidealworld.Iagisocietywouldbeewithion.”

    Helookedupandsawthewhitecloudhangingthereabovehimandthought.“Thatcloudlooksfamiliar.ItresemblesonefromtheKingdomofDreams.Perhapsithadtravelledthousandsofmilespassingthroughhillsandmountains,seasandosjusttofindme.Look!Itspurewhitecolorhasbeendirtiedinsomepces.Perhapsitfloatedaboveforestswhichwasonfireandhadbeenscorched.Perhapsitpassedthremetropoliswheretheairwasextremelypollutedandthereforewastaihem.IfthiscloudhadefromtheKingdomofDreamsinseare,whatcoulditwant?Dimitriturheswithisbrainandloandbehold,thattarnishedcloudbecamewhiteassnowagain.Thegrey,foggyandsmokyskyturnedblueagainandtheairbecameclearandevenhadafloralfragrance.Dimitrithensawthepeoplestreamingoutoftheirpcesofworship.Hesppedhisforeheadandsaid,“Oh!It’snotSundaytoday,sotherearenoservithosechurchesandtemples.Theywilgaiogoabouttheirbusinessandmaketheirliving.Thatisthepriustpayfortheirexisteatleastintheirheartofhearts,theyhaveanaltarfortheirgodwheretheyfesstheirsins,askfivenessandmaketheirsoulspureagain.AlthoughIamnotafrequentchurchgoer,butihofmyheartthereisaerreservedfionwhereIoftengotogairengthandpower.”AsDimitriwalkedalohatthepeoplehepassedwereallsmiling,happyandverypolite.“Ah!Thatisreallyanewworld!”ThenhewonderedwhyhehadtowaittillhewasfastasleeptogotohisKingdomofDreams?“Iamfullyawakenowandwalkingihrivingandbustlingstreetsofthemundanew