Power of the imagination - or the last pact Everything on Earth is dual, imperfect. Subject to a curse of evil.

Nothing lasts forever, and when we believe that we have achieved happiness, we do actually nothing more than to live up to the highest point that we could reach, just to collapse and to ground into pieces. A fall it is not painful - isn't? - but only when you was very high before. Many fail, for this reason, in drugs, in debauchery, in the vices of solitude. Many become, from the victims, executioners. Even more commit suicide. And then, what is truly the moral of the fable? What really is worth any sacrifice, how you will escape from a game with closed circuit? Human soul could be as beautiful as the rainbow ... if he would not be handcuffed in a shell too prosaic. Can man on earth to do nothing but repeat, endlessly, the Sisyphean myth? To fall prey to their own imperfections? ** I walked in the first room of the palace, with some fear. It was a strange, unknown, place, but I knew however, from the first moment, that it belongs to the Light, so my reaction was just a protective instinct in front of something new. On a white bed, with immaculate linen, stood a girl of superhuman beauty. She had the skin white like milk, eyes blue as heaven, and the silhouette of an angel down to Earth. Moreover, it was hard to tell if it was a girl or a divine, angelic creature. She had in hand a harp, and the sounds it emits gentle tapping the strings with her fingers were so pure, so crystalline that you knew instantly that there are heavenly harmonies. You could almost feel the smell of myrrh and incense, you could raise, if for a moment, you have the eyes closed, somewhere above, on a white cloud ... And you could see the horizon, the sunlight as a reddish twilight, sublime ... A song ... Another song and I can die ... I thought, not knowing why I came to these words. Heavenly harmonies ... An angel with the face of a girl or a girl with angel face ... White, heavenly light. "Like this should look any performer ... So like this should sound any song", I thought at the end, when I had to leave the room.

** Any passage has a moral. Every victory has a price. Even so naive we are, that we imagine that we can rise above, that we can escape from the laws of the universe? Opposites always attract, in an endless game, forever ... but not annihilate each other (although one scientific computing could show it must do).

When you think it's over, it just starts a new level, when you think you started something great, matchless, you find that everything ends ... What can we do? We were left here with a purpose ... ** I entered the second room of the palace, with less fear, with the desire to see and remember. I saw there a real Garden of Eden ... With white marble, crystalline water, with flowers floating on the surface of a pure, immaculate lake, inviolate by any breath of wind... With a suspended atmosphere somewhere outside of time, with small birds of paradise singing with a beauty indescribable in words, like the magic of good, like a blessed flood over all and all ... Any germ of evil could not permeate out there in that wonderful room where reigned only the law of eternal dharma... I avoided to make my presence felt in any way, because I feared that everything might fall apart, that dream (or whatever it was) could cease. I watched and listened for long minutes, as only in a celestial sphere, it would have happened ... "Like this should look any garden ... Like this should sound any birds singing", I thought even before leaving the room. ** Quid pro quo. This is, indeed, the rule? If so, it means that humanity is lost. As good as a man would try to be, however, at one time a monster will appear in it. In a fateful moment, he will issue evil, he will release negative waves. He will create imbalance. And then the unwritten law of compensation will bring to him back, sooner or later, the things which he gave, turning on this man the darkest things, the most terrible calamities, such only nightmares can support. And sometimes neither those. Perhaps the man is great... Maybe it was created by gods. But he is, equally, a cursed being. That brings misfortune when you least expect it, just as an ordinary storm suddenly turns into a tsunami. Quid pro quo? ** I entered the third room with a feeling almost sacred. I just felt like I would be reincarnated, I would forgot the endless succession of past lives, for I was born again ... To fulfill my unknown debt. Beautiful colored balls danced around the room to cover each other, some passed through the others. But only to resume the sublime playing in the same second, there were in constant motion, in

a fascination of the infinite, in an adoration of the lights of the rainbow. It seemed to be simple matter in motion, but for any mortal that would see their hypnotic dancing, their magical interaction, their infinite rotation, it became clear that they are as animated as he is - almost living... It could be as well, our purified souls ... Our aspiration to the celestial. Then I saw, for a few seconds, the eternal flow of pure light. I can not describe in words, but it was something hallucinatory, dazzling, who comes from outside of time and lasted over it. Something that normally is not accessible to a mortal, something that can give you the blessing forever or, if you are not prepared, you can go crazy. Above that incandescent light could only be God. Blinded, understanding my humble condition of human, I gave a few steps back, then I turned, rushed, towards the exit. " Like this should look any esoteric experience ... That we should find at the end of the road...", I thought, as I exit the door that appeared to be entirely of glass. ** We run the entire life after an illusion, to fall in the end killed by our own nothingness, recognizing, finally, our limits. In vain we believe we are demigods. In vain we invoke our celestial origins. We do not do anything other than food, in a little more subtle, indeed, the pride - the monstrous gate that leads directly to Hell. We can not, but we could. We do not fly, but we could have lifted us on heights. We are not, but we could existed. Is it true that the world is an illusion? So our role is not, of course, other than to define what is our priceless illusion (in an illusory world) and what we can do to make her alive. Real. Eternal. Can we do something? ** The fourth room, of course, expected me. I walked demurely, then gradually I started to accommodate - as far as this was possible, of course. Crystalline streams, of unprecedented purity, pouring through the room, seeping through walls, beyond them, to plus infinity... A transparent water, a whisper that seemed detached from Paradise ... An eternal flow. Nothing is lost, nothing disappears, but it floats from the origin to the final target, the infinite living in a single motion, sublime ... You can not look into the animated water as in a mirror because you are too imperfect, and you risk the collapse of the spell in a second ... A rippling of Eden. Water, the element of life. Light. Absolute. Then is not nothing, because everything is already included here. Everything we are. Everything we could ever become. Everything we loved and we could love. Water. A dream. Ether. Ethereal.

Being translucent. Suspended between worlds. I have no identity, because I was born again into infinity, I merged with it ... "Like this should be the eternity ... Including us... " I thought as I walked to the exit. I then visited many rooms, just wonderful, I went several times beyond known time and space, an adventure that seemed to become endless ... I then contemplated the little palace from somewhere outside, like to make sure that I can include him, that I can fully capture forever ... Then I heard a strange noise, inhuman. ** "Look at all these wonders ... A whole palace," the devil say, looking me straight in the eyes. "It's time to admit the truth about them." "The truth?" I said, vaguely puzzled, but my pulse began to beat irregularly. "They are beautiful, no doubt ... even rivalizing with the divine creation ... But they are only the product of your imagination, the fruit of a fantasy ...". "Why should I fear this?". "Because, my dear writer, there is nothing in this world more selfish than building a temple for your own aesthetic sense, for your own delight ... And as you know, God hates selfishness ...". "I never intended to be for my own delight ...". "Do they exist for one minute outside of your imagination and your mind ... Can you?". I looked down into the ground. "No, don'tlookdown ... You can not keep evading this dilemma ... Tell me, can you?". A wave of anger and helplessness came over me from head to toe, then I collapsed to the ground, filled with a strange vibe. The doors of the little magic palace doors began to crumble as a result of an explosion, huge waves of water then started to ruin everything inside, like an unleashed tide ... The girl with the guitar, the birds of paradise, the beautiful colored balls, the rooms with crystalline water, the pure stream of eternal light... all were swallowed in a moment of unrestrained anger of a torrent out of bed... All these wonders, destroyed in an instant, reduced to the status of ephemeris ... A fall it is not painful - isn't? - but only when you was very high before. I yelled as loud as I could, I begged my fate to spare me, but in vain: I was the silent witness of my own destruction. However I would have liked not to be so, I was too small and too selfish to give them the only attribute that could save them: eternity. ** I declined, I became a ruin. I cry every day when I look in the mirror, every time I remember. I am a living wound.

Everything hurts now, everything kills the moment. Rather, I ceased to be. I only lived through them, only for them. To watch those wonderful things, which exceeds by far the Earth, which went out of time. It was an imaginary empire ... But wonderful! Why I had to pay so high that I was here only in passing, on the Earth ... That I could not content myself with the spectacle of the world ... Why?, I asked fate, I asked God, above reproach, but completely crushed. Powerless. Collapsed. Everything is fateful on Earth? We prove nothing more than did, eventually, Sisyphus? I can not live without them. They were a gateway to heaven, a glimpse of the absolute. A magic without which I will go out as a plant without water. Faced with evidence of losing everything, to become a ruin, a perfect misfire, I had, for a second, a instinctual reaction. I imagined that I must make a choice. Only in this is the whole fable of the passage of man on Earth, right? The correctness of the choices you make. "Lord," I spoke with a voice lost, with trembling voice. "This is how everything was taking from me in an instant. Here's what terrible price I have to pay for the recklessness of being human ... But those indescribable wonders, those gateways to eternity... you can not refuse to all mankind, you can not let it die ... I implore you, O Lord, let them continue to exist for others, for guided them in the dark ... They are alive, are real ... Actually. " After several moments of silence, came the answer. "Behold, I can give them the only attribute that is missing, to escape the curse cast by Satan: eternity. So be it from now on, forever", say the divine voice. And with it, from the depths of the earth rose a small palace, containing an infinite number of miraculous rooms, everything was gone some time before: a girl with a harp, the birds of paradise, the colored spheres, the whole world which was originally created to exist only in imagination. All have become immune to the passage of time, the destruction caused by word or curse. Equilibrium was restored. All, including the dark room where he lay, hidden for thousands of years, a snake. I did not know about the existence of this room, it had been created by a hidden side of the subconscious. "For how long I waited this moment... For how long I want to take from the Creator immortality, say the cursed beast, with a long hiss. "I will need to make the impossible ... I will need to convert also the snake, in a last battle between good and evil", think God, who, unlike his imperfect creation, the man, knew too well what it was hidden in all rooms.