Chapter 29 looking to the future

From behind the walls of reality, I heard the singing of human praise, heard the bells ringing to vibrate the molecules of the ether, announcing the beginning of prayer in the temple of beauty, those bells were power cast in the metal of emotion, and the power And put it in the temple of emotion - the heart of man. From behind the future, I see people kneeling on the bosom of nature, facing east, waiting for the morning light, the morning light of truth. I saw that the city had been submerged and turned into a relic, leaving only some ruins and ruins, telling people how the darkness was defeated in the face of the light and disappeared.

I saw the old man sitting under the willow tree, with the green leaves on his head, and the children sitting around, listening to the old man telling anecdotes about the past. I see boys playing piccolo and guitar, and girls with hair on their shoulders, dancing around them, under frangipani and jasmine. I saw the men harvesting the crops and the women helping to carry them. They sang praises as they worked, smiling and happy. I see women no longer in rags, but in crowns of flowers and beauties. I saw that people and all things are intimately connected, archipelagos and butterflies can safely fly to people, and herds of antelopes can safely walk to the pond.I didn't see anyone who was impoverished, and I didn't see anyone who was lavish and rich. What I saw was equality and mutual assistance, as close as brothers.I didn't see a doctor, because everyone has the knowledge and experience to see a doctor on their own.I don't see priests, because conscience has become the greatest priest.I did not see a lawyer, for nature takes the place of the courts among men, and registers for them friendly treaties, and keeps them close.

I saw that human beings have realized that they are the cornerstone of all things, so they hold their heads high and stop being dogs.They lifted off the veil of confusion and ambiguity, and became clear-eyed, so they can read the words written by the dark clouds in the sky, they can discern the pictures drawn by the breeze on the water, they know the true meaning of the breath of flowers, birds They also understand the meaning of Er Ming burst. Behind the wall of reality, looking down on the stage of posterity, I see that beauty is the bridegroom, the heart is the bride, and the whole life is like "Night of Gadel".