Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第266/327页)

ousboundarybetweewoofthem.ArethereanydiffereweenthesensoryworldcreatedbythebinedeffortsofmytwoloyalservantsImaginationaivityandthatoftherealworld?Yes,thereisadifferethentheredoesobeanydifference…PerhapsthesensoryworldcreatedbymytwoloyalservantsismorepatibletothatbrandnewworldIlongforinmyinnermostsoul.

    Dimitrifeltasifsomeonehadhithishead.Actuallytheoutsideofhisheadhadouchedbutashiftingwaveofmovementfluctuatedonhisbrain.Tobemoreprecise,itwasasifaswitchhadbeenturnedonbyaninvisiblehandandthesebeforehiseyesgedwithit.Thedesertedrosegardensuddenlybecameaerofthepovertystrislums.Thehouseswerecrumblinganddecrepitandeverywheretheeyecouldseewasfullarageandallkindsofdebris.Infacttherewasn’tasiacthouseleftstandinginthearea;thebeamsweresnted,gssinthewindowswasbrokenanddoorsandwindoithouthingesorframes.Theoutertwallsbecamefkeyandpeeledoff.Attheendofthisnarrowalleywasadefuncttrash,uselessandinoperable,withgarbageout-flowingtothesurroundingareasfanenormouspileofmessy,foul-smellingwaste?Whoknowshowlongtheyhadbeeandingthereunattended,buttheelementshadwreckedhavothemandtheairreekedwiththerank,putridstinkofrottingfoodandanimalcarcassesHavinggrownupinthisdirtypoverty-strienviro,Dimitriwasimmuneanddidnotfindittoounusualinanyway.Orary,suchsesweredearandfamiliartohim.Butonedayitallgeddrastically.

    Itwasanearlyspringm.Thewarmsunshoneindiscriminatelyohregardlessofwhetheritwasaffluentresidentiareasoftherichorpoverty-strislumsoftheverydown-trodden.Thecrumblingandsntinghouseslookedlikespeciallydesignedworksofart.Springbreezeblewintothenarrowalley,bringingwithitaseedwhichfellontothedirtybutfertilemulchmadeupofsoinddeposedvegetation.Sunshineandraihenaturaltenderlovingcareitneeded,sotheseedsprouted,grewandbecameayoungpnt.Se,beautifulredfloweropeitstip.Itdidnotlookdownonthesqualoraroundit,nordiditmindthefliesstantlyflyingandhummingabout.Itstoodtalndstraightandlookedattheworldwithabrightsmile.Soon,amiraclehappened.Anotherbeautifulfloweropenedup,thenahenanother.Flowerstinuedbloominguntiltheyqueredthedirty,smellygarbagepile.Thatnightatorrentofrainpoureddownfromtheskies,washingawaythedirtfromthehouses.Sunshineshoneindiscriminatelyohthedayonboththeridthepoor.Theearthacceptedthedebrisanddirtleftbyman.Naturewaslikeahugeanismcupallkindsofmatterandallthingstinuouslybrokedownandregrouped,brokedownandregroupedintheloviofkiedMotherNature.Itisacyclethatwilltiilltheendoftime.

    AshiftingwaveofmovementagainfluctuatedonDimitri’sbrainandhewasinspiredwithacertaianding.Thesuddengeofserywascausedbythebloomingofthebeautifulredflowerinthemidstofthedirtyandsqualidgarbagepile,whiturntriggeredearthshakingges.Wasn’tthereamagicalswitthedepthofeveryman’sbrain,whichcouldbeturnedonandoffathiswill?Youcouldturnittowardsbrightness,serenityandpermanendenterawonderfulnewworld.Turnitintheoppositedireandyouwouldfallintothedeepandfathomlesspitofsinandenjoysensualpleasuresthatbenumbsandparalyses.It’safreechoicetobedecidedbyyoualoinfluencedorpressuredbytheoutsideworld.Atthatthought,Dimitrisnappedhisfin