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The swallow swam through the dry still sea. It dived from its tree perch. It fell, and then swam against the currents and the surging dry waves, intending to go to Illusion and Oblivion. There are paths and directions, there are bridges and tunnels, there are destinations and endings, but all are clear and faultless and forever. When the sparrow had reached its purpose, it felt a sweet joy at having accomplished the first step of the journey. After some time of exploring the vogue of these obscure places, it thought of the daring decision it had made, to turn the ‘Great Expectations’ into a real world, one of touch and smell and sight to all.
‘Great Expectations’ was a place in the sparrow’s mind. It was a busy place, full of roads and markets and sparrows swimming. The distinct importance of this place was that it was perfect. Everything ran accordingly, in extraordinary filigreed detail and fantastical colour, and all allowed and approved only by the sparrow. All it took was a simple thought, so wild and obscure, but there appeared the object and the purpose. There were seas that changed colour and swallowed tyrants, creatures that could grow taller and taller, fingers that could write words on the air, stories that would encompass life. The sparrow did not want to leave this place, its home, and its ultimate power. It felt that if everyone could benefit from this perfect place, the world would become altogether much better.
The sparrow had first heard of Illusion and Oblivion from a young sparrow, just born. It seemed to have been where all other sparrows had gone before birth, but unlike the others, had actually remembered the journey. The young sparrow, chirping rather excitedly, had told them that just before his birthday he was taken to a place where thoughts were real and firm. You could feel them, and taste them and see them materialize right in front of you. The young sparrow had been entranced by the magic of it all, but did not pay attention to the meanings behind the words. Unfortunately so.
In Illusion and Oblivion, there was a beautiful world, a scary world, a green world, a rich world, a whatever you want it to be world. The sparrow flew through it all, its wings fluttering in amazement, its beak quivering in anticipation. It almost forgot what it had set out to do, in this place where everything was more perfect, better than the next. The sparrow, with a curious mind, intended to find out just how thoughts were transmitted into reality. It flew and flew, through miserly deserts and generous forests, sad cities and happy villages, dying ice and living heat. It thought it might find an elixir, a bubbling potion, a mathematical formula or an old quivering sparrow with more secrets than a poor dreamy sparrow could bear. It flew on.
One noon, the sparrow came across a room, a void, white and long and empty. Yet it felt, yes, most entirely full and ultimate. It was expectation. The sparrow brought ‘Great Expectations’ to mind, a bit fuzzier through the intrepid journey, and set out implementing its imagination. Everything turned out well and a bit better sometimes. The sparrow was ready to change the world. It began inviting other sparrows, some wanted holidaying, some wanted adventure, some wanted a fresh scene and some wanted perfection. They all came, rather hesitantly, but there; anxious and excited.
Slowly, the sparrows settled in. They made themselves at home. To our sparrow’s surprise, they never found everything ‘perfect’ there was always a problem or an opinion or angry destruction. And then, inevitably, they always left. The sparrow got wrapped up in all of this; he lost his confidence and slowly began to lose his imagination. One day, tired and sad, he went beyond his world, once an empty void, and discovered, to his utter amazement, an exotic world in tiger colour, he went on and on, and found each one more different than the other. Each inventor of each room, thinking his world was entirely perfect. The sparrow swam on, until he reached a dark place, with neither ending, nor beginning. The Illusion, it realized, was just that, an illusion and a trick.
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