On the Wings of Hope : Prose

- I see that they began to teach you much better now, Sarmael, … even though your “report” make no sense. Yes, Sarmael, everything is so … and not so at the same time. Pray tell me, did it ever seemed to you that we … that we either became too perfect to keep our interest in ruling over this galaxy, or too imperfect to keep the right to continue doing so? Do you … understand me, my friend?

- Not truly, to tell the truth. Whether this galactic empire made by us do not seem to you as an ideal for our interests? We have done everything the way our ancestors, who first constructed Artificial Intelligence, desired to. And you, mister Architect, supervised over this process of our race’s reincarnation.

- Yes, Sarmael, we have done everything right. Too perfect, probably … as if following some other’s plan. But they still haven’t taken into account … one unique aspect … that we … still have … souls.

- Are you now trying to make me think, mister Architect, that you believe in the existence of the Higher Reason? Our scientists have proved a long time ago that even such a hypothetical possibility creates …

- I have lived for much longer, that one such as you can dare to imagine, Sarmael, and during all this life of … restructured human … I still was capable to comprehend a single thing … the world which we have ruined was too beautiful and wonderful to simply be someone’s casual whim …

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System error. Critical hindrance. Considerable deviations of electro-information fluctuations in “Delta” sector are discovered. Sinusoidal hindrances of the fifth level of “Quappa” galaxy. Distortion of historical-chronological, time and spiritually-world-outlook continuums. Formation of theoretical possibility of exponential outburst and destruction of cryo-metastasis life-support capsules. Non-zero probability of illusions’ vanishing, supporting the System being. Involved programs : “Architect”, “Sarmael”. Methods of self-control System’s restoration are in action. Program “Architect” is subject to revision. Program “Sarmael” is isolated in the sixth sub-dimensional continuum. Forced reboot initiated …

12.07.2011

On the crossroads

Sky. Bluish-blue one. Crystal-clear. A whole horizon without a single cloud. Cold invigorating wind, swaying floors of jacket. Music, playing somewhere far away. Waves of surf, fighting against rocks and scattering with a million of solar drops.

He was standing, looking forward, in depths of revealing view. Below him a sea was hammering, in its eternal work furiously rolling on rocks and powerlessly receding back, retreating only to assault this tenacious rock with new forces a short after. He was standing still, thoroughly looking afar. Looked on that sky, on a solemn sun, which has started appearing from a horizon and was marking the beginning of new day, looked on mountain peaks and seagulls, flying by on the sky. He looked at this for the first time in his life. He looked at this for the first time with that sight and sensation he was looking at this right now. Totally different way. Never the one he used to.

Rays of light, shining on a face. A sun, appearing on the east. Sunrise …

Here the sun is rising higher and its beams start reflecting upon the water. Faster and steadily it’s illuminating water, foaming and beating about the coast. Fighting in its eternal and indefatigable work …

The veil of darkness falls down and gives a way to a morning dawn … a way to sunrise, marking the beginning of new day. New day of his life and in lives of all living beings in the entire world.

He smiled. Thoughts of a memorable meeting of his past didn’t leave him. He has remembered that day till now - has kept in soul for ten years of new life. Renewed life - in each and every day, which has finally become truly new for him since that time.

A sparkling of stars in the night …

A shining of sun on frolicking waters…

Cool morning wind …

Rain and drops of morning autumn dew …

Whistle of winter blizzards and cold winter gust, freezing open cheeks …

Autumn leaf falls, after which the ground appeared as to be decorated by a magnificent polychromatic soft carpet …

Is that not wonderful? Not surprising? Not beautiful? Not pleasant? Then why so few people behold and see this great beauty for now, feel it and rejoice? Why?

No matter what, but he loved it. Has loved this world the way it is.

And this very day he came here once again. Came back to mountain peaks to rejoice this beauty, to feel it to the deepest vibration of heart, to learn to feel it that way. Has come here the way he has been coming for many days. Returned to meet his new day … together with those birds, flying by on a sky; one with a wind, whistling in a face; alone with sounds of his small little town, reaching his ears; together with sun and waves … together with a world. To meet his new day in this world, the world in which he has a blessing to live.