This is the story told by the paintings. But even from that perspective it's still a story impossible to understand, it’s a tale about you, a tale of paradoxes.
I promise you there will come a day for this to be seen but, sadly you will not be there.
It’s the tale of paradise, maybe just maybe you will have a faint sense what the tale is all about, but then again you will never get it.
If you don’t want to read it just head on over to the art section and enjoy the paintings.
But, if you're intrigued? Stay with me then and I will show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Mind you, don’t say I didn’t warn ye!
A tale of paradise
Once upon no time there was this king. Then suddenly, for no reason at all, he decided it was time to look into the depths of his existence…. …. Just for fun! What he saw there was beyond his comprehension. It was absolutely beautiful.
He saw this pulsation, kind of like a breathing that powered a wonderful longing to know himself.
It was as if two angels where performing a dance. This dance was fuelled by a love to know itself. The first angel raised the question “Who am I?” and the other one responded “I am This”.
A beautiful spectacle of light was a result of this dance, in which nothing and everything arose at the same time.
So fascinated by seeing what is happening, he slowly forgot that he was looking at himself. As a result of this process, he created this horizontal movement called time.
As time went on this grew on him. In the beginning it was all fun but, slowly he realised he was missing something. He just didn’t know what that was. There was that nudging feeling that there was something missing. At this point, he assumed that there must be something lost.
So, he started searching and searching. Although, he didn’t know what he was searching for, he kept searching. His search took him to the highest mountains and the deepest valleys.
In desperation, he lay down one day, and suddenly out of nowhere there was this burst of energy that appeared to move away from him and look……wholeness appeared again.
Suddenly, he realised that he never lost anything, it just appeared so. There was that realisation that the search was like a cat chasing his own tail. There was nobody in the first place and everything that had happened was part of a spontaneous expression to know himself.
There was never anything lost, even stronger it was always so close, so obvious that he had completely overlooked it. He realised it was his love, his fascination that started this illusive play of separation. He leaned backward in awe to watch the play evolve and sighed, how could I never have seen this.
Did you really understand?
Okay, it’s not a very long tale. But, who cares! You, probably, would not read that anyway, I wouldn’t and everything that needs to be said was said. If you think this story has a happy ending, you probably need to read it again, because it’s a tale deprived of any hope, it’s the story of your death. You don’t believe me? Ask yourself this question……Am I really reading this?
