i mjesec i sunce

četvrtak, 09.07.2015.

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"The world of sorcerers is a dream; a myth: yet it is as real as the everyday world,"
Florinda proceeded:
"In order to perceive and to function in the sorcerers' world, we have to take off the everyday mask that has been strapped to our faces since the day we were born and put on the second mask; the mask that enables us to see ourselves and our surroundings for what they really are: breathtaking events that bloom into transitory existence once, and are never to be repeated again. You'll have to make that mask yourself."
She settled more comfortably on the bed and, cupping her hands around the mug, which I had refilled, took noisy little sips.
"How do I make this mask?" I asked.
"By dreaming your other self," she murmured...

...
She shook her head and yawned. "It's time for you to begin to shape your new mask; the mask that cannot have anyone's imprint but your own. It has to be carved in solitude. Otherwise it won't fit properly. Otherwise there will always be times when the mask will feel too tight, too loose, too hot, too cold ..."
Her voice trailed off as she went on enumerating the most outlandish discomforts.
A long silence ensued, and then in that same sleepy voice she said, "To choose the sorcerers' world is not just a matter of saying you have. You have to act in that world. In your case, you have to dream. Have you dreamt-awake since your return?"
In a thoroughly morose mood, I admitted that I hadn't.
"Then you haven't made your decision yet," she observed severely. "You are not carving your new mask. You are not dreaming your other self."
...




Being in dreaming,
Florinda Donner Grau


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