I am R, living in the land of Tobrabane where my
ancestors lived and died, but where I know longer felt like living for I
longed for the lands beyond where the sun shone differently, and men
thought differently. I heard from men who sailed the seven seas of lands
of calm beaches and majestic cities so high that men never set sight
upon their peaks.
Day after day and night after night I dreamed and the ocean which was
silent until then spoke in a kind language that I seemed to know well,
of a land to the west called a land of XXXXX where the sun shone so
gently that there were four wonderful seasons, all of them colder than
the coldest days in Tobrabane, where men were so disciplined that they
needed no laws. As I gazed under a yellow moon the ocean parted and gave
me glimpses of this land of order, that needed no laws for the men were
sane, perhaps too sane for I thought I saw a land of despair, a land
where boredom prevailed, a frightful emptiness, a secret death wish,
but before I could say anything the ocean took me to another land, the
great land of CCCCCC where men fled and sought refuge in an earlier,
darker time, but could never return home again.
This then I
decided was the land of hope, where a better life could be sought a land
of wealth where men achieved what they desired. But it was a dreary,
cold land, where the sun hardly shone, and men worked continuously like
machines. Happiness here could only be found in money for there was
nothing else. The trees here looked monotonously dull, much like the
sun. The sea seemed to have sensed the blow this dealt to my illusions
for it took me to a land where the sun shone hot.
This was a
land of unimagined wealth, of great sunny cities, where the land was
blessed with gold that was black, and great men walked about proudly in
robes. But then I saw a glimpse of a man's hand being severed for
stealing a loaf of bread, a women being stoned to death, while the great
men pretended to lead pious life's and I knew it was a land I will never visit.
Then the ocean showed me a land of imperfection but a land where the
sun shone brighter when it shone and it rained more when it rained, and
the people were slightly mad but happy, and I recognised it as the land
of the emeralds and other precious stones, where men from different
creeds climbed the same holy mountain with great difficulty, a land
where Time was on my side or at least so I hoped, and I realised it was
my own land and I decided never to leave it again.
