ChristianAho

Prologue
 

A half smoked cigarette still burning on the road near the sewer canal in a pile of melting snow. A man dressed in a dark suit walks by carrying a briefcase. Under the streetlights, a seconds view of his deformed face. Two deep sunken eyes and a nose broken from fist fighting. His cheeks rotten from old acne scarring, leaving little room for some scattered bristle trying to grow through. His forehead high like a skyscraper deeply cut with wrinkles stacked on wrinkles. Justice in his eyes. He walks slowly, as if no destination beckons him. He is in a battle. The battle wants to continue, his meditation wants no battle at all.

He meditates forth a second man.

”How are you?” Asks the forth-meditated man.

”Im pissed off.” Answers the meditator. ”I can't meditate without some horrid image of never being able to caulm down.”

”I don't know this human being.” Says the second man and points to the third man the second man meditated forth while the first man were talking. This is the second man's shadow, multiplied by meditation.

The second man's shadow says:

”Two meditations ago, my dreams collided. Bring forth the second man.”

The second man steps forth and picks up the still burning cigarette off of the pile of melting snow. He breathes in and he exhales, the cigarette is done.

An open tincan stinking of old olives lies next to a pile of garbage. The sharp edge of the opened lid of the can worries the first man as a stray cat is licking it. The cat could cut it's tongue on the sharp metal edges.

”In another meditation.” The second man says. ”I could lift off from the ground.”

The second man flies to the rooftop of a building nearby, a hotel. He brings a dove back from the roof and when he returns he lands next to the meditator in a dark suit and the second man's shadow. The second man then hovers above the ground standing on a flying pillow made of red silk and golden stitches. On the pillow the logo of the hotel is written in initials, cursive: ”ML”, and under it is written ”Hotel” in bold.

The first man is alone and enters his apartment.

”Beyond the robots who built the mechanism of the seven acts of death,” he says, ”each stage being a scene to where seven plays in seven acts are all acted out by seven actors.” The first man's relationship with himself was turbulent, back and forth between active and in-active.

In the closet the meditator has three dark suits and one tie. He picks up a piece of jewelery from the floor and looks at it. It's not his. It's a reassuring thing he will sell it though. The first man slows down, into meditiation he falls and summons up a spirit, an elf with rabbit-ears.

The elf tells a story of an old age:

”When man lived in caves his meditation reached the beyond. His meditation sought brilliance. When you see a gasstation, step inside the painting. In the closet there is a door to another world.”

As it is the way of his meditation the first man gently agrees to enter into another world. The elf is small but carries the heaviest burden of all, the jewelery sold to him for a billion bucks by the first man before they both entered into the other world.

Two meditations expanding. Their ratio meets in silence. The first meditation reaches for a singular point in the universe, the second meditation leaves the thought of a destination as a question mark, unasked and better off as remaining unanswered.

A mediation traveling at the speed of light only to be over in a few seconds strikes the first man. The insanity of his meditation. Here you cannot sense your way to enlightenment.

”I might not always want to meditate.” The first man says. ”Something with reality jumps up and down when I meditate, as a loud vibration, but that is not the problem for there is no problem with meditation, it is just that sometimes I don't want to meditate, see?” He asks the elf who just opened the gates to a big amusement park in a forest with lakes and ponds. A river is released upon their arrival by the rabbits near the cirkus. The river reaches the beyond.

”I will go invisible now.” Says the elf with rabbit-ears. ”I will return when you need, call for me, ask for me, seek me, or in any other way I'll appear. Thou art worthy to be welcome to our lands that stretch from these gates to the other side of the endless universe.”

The elf disappears to the sound of a jingle as silvery dust falls to the earth, where a path layed in silver gravel leads into another world.

Another elf fights a rabbit about who has caught the most fish in a pond. Accusing eachother of stealing from eachother's piles of fish. The first man and his shadow humbly observes, both of them unassuming of the situation.

”I claim superiority of all the fish in this pile.” Says the rabbit to the elf and points at a pile of fish.

One of them is loosing touch with his inner fish, thinks the first man to himself.

The elf makes a whistling tune with his nose as he begins to speak:

”A piece of furniture, a thick beaureu built in dark wood weighing tons, was concentrating on it's own origin one day and decided to take a horseride up the stairs to become another being.”

By Christian Aho