Chapter 14 the dream

I would like to dedicate to S. L Viscountess; If you receive a letter, you have the right to reply. Youth led me to a vast wilderness.He stopped and looked: the setting sun was shining, and white clouds were floating in the sky, like a flock of snow-white sheep; the bare branches stretched high into the sky, as if asking the sky to give them back the shade of green leaves.I asked, "Where are we? Youth?" He replied, "It's in the wild fields. Be careful!" I said, "Let's go back! Because it's a desolation here, and it frightens me. , this sight of clouds and orange trees makes me sad." He said, "Don't worry, be patient. For the path is the beginning of knowledge." Then I suddenly saw a fairy walking towards us like a phantom close.I exclaimed in amazement: "Who is this?" Youth replied: "She is Melpomene, the son of Jupiter, the goddess of tragedy." I said: "Youth is joyful! Since there is You are beside me, what fate can sorrow have with me?" He said: "She came to show you the tragedy of the earth and the world. Whoever cannot see sorrow cannot see joy."

The fairy covered my eyes.When she let go, I found myself leaving my youth, stripping off my material obscenities and leaving my body naked.I asked, "God's daughter. Where did the youth go?" She didn't answer, but just hugged me with her wings and flew me to the top of a high mountain.So I saw the earth, and everything on the ground was like a page of white paper, and the secrets of the world were as clear as black and white.I stood beside the fairy in fear, watched people's secrets, and inquired about the true meaning of life.I have seen—if I did not see—the angels of happiness wrestling with the demons of misfortune, and between them man is confused, and thereby feels hopeful and disheartened by one moment.I see love and hate playing with men's hearts: this one pampers him, intoxicates him with the wine of obedience, sings his praises and praises him endlessly; Reversing black and white, not distinguishing right from wrong.I saw the city sitting there, clinging to people's hems like a prostitute; and I saw the beautiful villages standing there in the distance, weeping for the world.

I see the priests as cunning as foxes; the deceitful kings courting the hearts of the people; They have been greeted in public, but they do not listen to this appeal at all.I have seen priests in abundance, with their eyes up to the sky and their hearts in the grave of greed.I see young people who are eloquent when they talk about love, who rely on frivolous desires when they get close to each other, hide their minds far away, and sleep their emotions.I see lawyers wagging their tongues in the market for phony claims.I see doctors playing with the lives of honest men who trust them.I've seen the talented and the dumb on the same level as the smart and able, and the guy who has his past on a throne of glory, his present on a rug of abundance, and is laying out grandeur for his future the bed.I have seen the poor plow the fields; the rich and powerful go to harvest and eat and drink;I see thieves of darkness stealing from the treasury of reason, while guardians of light sleep in lascivious dreams.I saw a woman held like a guitar in the hands of a man who couldn't play it, and the tone of her voice made him uncomfortable.I saw that famously elected army besieging that city of glorious tradition, while the defending army was no longer able to function, because it was small in number and could not unite as one.I saw the real free dance in the streets and alleys, she went from door to door asking for a place for her, but people refused to take her in; after that, I saw debauchery being embraced by people. , swaggeringly, people call him freedom.I see religion buried in books, and illusion take its place.I have seen people put cowardice on patience; sloth on fortitude; and call meekness fear.I have seen that at a literary banquet, the uninvited guests are boastful, while the invited guests are silent.I see money in the hands of the extravagant as a snare for evil and iniquity; in the hands of the stingy miser a cause of abomination;

Seeing all this, I couldn't help but feel sad for this scene, and exclaimed: "Daughter of God! Is this the earth? Is this the human race?" She replied with thought-provoking calm words: "This is the pavement. The path of the thorny soul; this is the shadow of man; this is the night. And the dawn will come." Then she covered my eyes with her hands.When she let go, I found myself walking slowly with youth again, while hope galloped ahead.