They slept in the cave just before the winter sunlight slithered the deep horizon for next 300 solar years. They were youthful optimistic, have great faith and goodness to the life. The optimistic Guys entered into the cave to save their eternal soul from the upcoming epidemic. They were intelligent and surmise the fate that a massive epidemic will soon grasped the whole city.
Air was hostile for the boys on those days. They were shivering to infer the unknown attack of grudge and death. City people looked unfamiliar and impersonal to them. They saw the silent wave of doubt and envy sparkling in people’s faces. The youthful boys were not plausible to the citizen. They wished their death every day, just because the belief that, “demon captured the boys and it would better if they died before everything goes to be messy.”
The people, they’re the fellow neighbors of the youthful boys, possessed by the furtive rage to kill the boys in chance. The youths had no alternative then to escape the reality. It was late noon and the day was foggy. The boys were moving around the market just like an aimless flier. Suddenly they smelled something fishy in the busy market. A group of soldiers and the swarm of ragged people started to chase them behind.
It’s far easier to live and adjust with the limestone-reality than the natural.
They were determinate to kill the boys. The optimistic boys then start running to the cave. A strange dog also accompanied to them by the moment. They were few in numbers, I don’t want to tell the exact digit, maybe it is five, six or probably more than seven, was running faster to reach the cave. Yeah, they were able to reach the deep cave at last and silently lying on the ground for a heavenly sleep. The dog also settled him down to the front of the cave by hiding his obscured desire.
The chasers when came to the cave it was deadly silent. They trail the cave for few moments to seek the boys, and then sealed the entrance permanently, just because to save the city to the demon worshiper boys. The dog was silently ups-and-down its tail in front of them but strangely they missed his presence, I know why they missed, but it’s not the right time to say everything hidden behind the veil!
The sleepers wake up when the florid winter sunlight is just slides into the deep cave for next unpredictable years. Everything is looking normal. The entrance of the cave is open now and the vigilant dog just sit beside the entrance to welcome the young boys for their comeback to the life. The boys look jovial in florid sunlight. They looked charming for the heavy sleep. Their face is now soft and tender, despite the dizziness of long time sleep.
The boys are happy now for the peaceful sleep and feel comfort to think that at last they able to save them to the epidemic and offensive people of the city. They’re happy for the silent heavy sleep, which they think a matter of day or two.
I’m not interested about the exact number of the boys. They’re probably five, six and hopefully the seven. The seven sleepers are now sitting on the cave-ground stacked by hunger. One of them said, “Hi! I’m hungry.” One of the rest replied to him, “Yeah, me too. We need food. Let move to the market for food.”
Life is truly biological. We’re born here, germinates here, develop our relation to everything live and inert and little-by-little move to the aging or decadent state, where we face the ultimate fate of life. We feel the speedy alarm that this eventful body now erased from the surface soon to take off the next unknown and unseen fate.
Another one said in reply, “I think it will safe that you all stay in the cave. I’ll go to purchase food, because, if anything bad happened to me in the market, you people at least survived. We need to survive for the sake of our soul from the epidemic.”
One of the rests then said to the volunteer, “Don’t talk nonsense. We cannot let you go alone. We came here together, sleep in the cave together, and now will go to the market together. We need to be unison at any cost. Do you forget the objective that our faith is depended on unison, not the isolation? You be robust when the soul is accord to the other’s soul. The fate of the soul depended on harmony and it will die in absence of that. We need to unite at any cost by anyhow, even however the most endangered situation it is. Look at the dog. He was our part now. I think we should believe him as our trusted safeguard. He will guard this cave. Let move.”
The sleepers came out from the cave after 300 years sleep-break and move to the market for food.
Does everything change over time? Does life depend on the changing ticks of time? Does the decadent city-life depend on time for going to decadent? Everything is sprouts, amend and then ruined just because the ticks of time? Does the sleeping moment mean by something different to the meaning of clock-tick? That you’ve no need to reckons the time in sleep! Does sleeping be the remedy to forget everything charming or tattered? Does sleeper can erase his oneself memories when he engraved to the deep silence? Is it possible to live life in sleep by omitting the memories of everything?
The “everything” which could be the cause of germination, the root cause of all escalation and elevation, which maybe the cause-effect of winsome love and nauseate that “you’re in love to somebody”, -does it possible to forget this “everything”? The “everything” that could be the reason of belief and disbelief, trust or distrust and perhaps the cause-effect of goodness and evildoers, -is it possible to forget all these actions by taking a deep long sleep in the dark cave? Does sleep could be the remedy to forget the tittering alarm that “time’s up to wake up and come back to the life, because “everything” is wait for you as well?”
I don’t know the precise answer of these multiple questions, except to following the dizzy sleepers. They’re just now starts walking to reach the market to buy some food.
The boys were few in numbers. Probably five to six and most likely they were seven more. Number is immaterial and not the factor here. The real fact is sleepers are now walking on the road after a deep sleep of 300 solar years. They are walking to forget the long gap of 300 solar years, just to consider the sleeping moments as a matter of day or two. These boys are not conscious about the time-leaps of 300 years. They have no memories of later 300 sans the memories of back. Their careful footstep tries to consider every detail they left behind before going to the long sleep in a cave.
City people were self-confident to their intelligence, sleepers were less confident to the milieu.
The sleepers are now walking on the road. They clearly remembered the yesterday’s events of hide them in the cave, but yesterday is not a fact now. The pity boys are unable to realize the reality that thousands yesterday already have passed over after the moment of sleep. Their memory most probably was frozen on that particular moment of deep sleep.
I know (but that’s not important) how it was possible to freeze and caged their memories for a particular time. Even I’m informed about the designer who frozen them in the cave, so that they can wake up at the right moment to see the change is happened here. Anyway, the boys now walk on the road and bit dizzy to see the changes. That means their limbs and memory now starts to respond and communicate with the today’s eventful world.
Today is not yesterday and yesterday is not the today. They have time-difference. Is it? I don’t think like so. Time is rigid to its tick and does nothing to change the sequential order of everything. Time’s architecture can never do changes anything. We think the clock ticks moved on a rotation to inform us about the changes of everything. We measure the changes by considering the clock’s signals. Is it real? I don’t think like that. The clock is immaterial, because it does nothing to alter and replace and destruct or changes everything we used to live on.
Signal of time mean nothing to me, you can fix or ignore it easily, as Miss Havisham fixed her clock that it could always tick the same time of twelve. This alteration doesn’t bother the fact that any of Miss Havisham will wake up on early (as she always wakes before) and go to the bed at midnight, and one fine day she will take rest to the life in a dark grave-hole, so that the unknown insects could dine her in the dark deep hole. Time does nothing to alter the sequence of life in this weird universe.
Sometime fact appears like greater than the reason.
Change depends on the atomic action of the body. It depends on the dynamic confluent relation between the bodies, where they make events to conform and conflict each other, and that is life. Life is truly biological. We’re born here, germinates here, develop our relation to everything live and inert and little-by-little move to the aging or decadent state, where we face the ultimate fate of life. We feel the speedy alarm that this eventful body now erased from the surface soon to take off the next unknown and unseen fate.
Time is just the measuring ticks of this altered body-biology and that’s it. The difference between past 300 years and later 300 doesn’t mean anything special to me. I’m not curious to follow the sleepers for this reason, rather to seeing the unchanged body-biology make me curious to follow the boys.
Everything in the surface is germinal and then aging or replaced according to the atomic laws, only these boys strangely keep their youth by freezing them in a sleep! Is it? Yet I know (but not wish to tell…) how they did this and who designed the game to the beginning. I feel curiosity to follow them passionately behind, albeit the reason still unknown to me.
Sometime fact appears like greater than the reason. The boys now started to consider the fact and compare everything to the surface. One of them said to the other, “Hi! I think we take a wrong route. This road not looks familiar to me. Is it the same road which we taken to reach the cave? That road was not polished. Strange, am I going mad or hanged on the daydream yet? I don’t like to think about that am in hallucination!”
One of the other replied, “Yeah! You’re right. Just see the giant banyan tree. It looks lifeless! I don’t see a complete leafless banyan tree in my life! The tree branches looked polished and stony. Is it miracle? Or the epidemic kills them lifeless?”
Their conversation soon discovers a lot of weird changes:
The sky is glassy rather to be foggy.
Road is polished and silky rather been dusty.
Grass is garish and glossy rather to green.
Birds are flamboyant but not flap swiftly as they flapped yesterday.
Jungle rabbit and fox just act the opposite. Rabbit chase the brown-eyed fox to kill!
It was just the beginning. Soon they notice a lot. They notice:
The vehicle carts move faster ever than before, guarded by stone-face escorts.
Boot-faced pedestrians walked swiftly just like the deadpan glassy sky.
The crowd in the market, all they looked similar to the other, and …
Nothing any difference left over there!
The experience seems weird to the sleepers. Dizziness captured them soon. One young boy screamed by excitement, “Oh God! There was a mosque beside the road and the famous temple just the opposite, but nothing is showing over there. It seemed like that the mosque and temple is vanished by the day! How it’s possible overnight!”
They were ruler once despite their natural limitation and now ruled by the artificial limitation.
The first one talks again, “Why not possible, if the almighty God wish He can change everything by the moment. I think He gets annoyed to the city people for disbelieve of real truth, and He cursed them to change everything overnight.”
Middle one makes reply, “Anyway, we have to be careful about the fact. It seemed like that the city people still swinging on the truth-and-false paradox. Nothing looks comfortable here. I think, it would better if we return to the cave, because, only this place can protect us from God’s anger. Let move to the cave again.”
The last one of the sleepers then reply, “What nonsense you’re talking about! Do you think we escaped and slept in the cave by our own will? No, it happened just because the almighty wanted to save us from the disaster; and now He awakens us certainly for an intention. We have to trust on Him and face the reality. Let move to the market.”
It’s a story of confused reality. The city yet belongs in spite of the new wave of change and alteration. City people yet over exist and animated in life to replace the old reality. They were active in 300 years before and still vigorous after the 300, but the animation is quite different now. They were ruler once despite their natural limitation and now ruled by the artificial limitation. Their body-machine reflects something unprecedented changes, something that is not familiar to the sleepers. The epidemic made significant changes that they’re vibrant in life without knowing that they carry the life at all. What does it mean?
Disorder of everything is happening here to ensure the order of everything by a timely fashion.
Yeah, it’s the confusion that everything here is in life sans reasoning:
The bald tree branches belong to life sans any reason that once it was leafy and greenish.
Vehicle carts and street buses now moving faster without aim that once they had a destination to go somewhere.
The grocery shops and eye-catching super-malls are yet mesmeric sans the reason that once they were hypnotic by the elbow-grease smell of life.
Everything… the restaurant, cabaret, coffee-shop, the busy office-house and the public places, even the resident of solitary lanes… all these are fine-tuned in an accordion, except the reason that once they had an objective to change everything for living an everlasting life.
Does it truly mean something? Change is the natural pace of life. You do never staying inert or stagnant in life. Everything is moving here to the velocity, to the relation-and-contraction, and to the compliance of atomic-chain and fusion. Disorder of everything is happening here to ensure the order of everything by a timely fashion. The order of things denotes the uncertain disorder and that is, this order-and-category can be change by a momentum of break-fell. Reality is twigs on the uncertain and swings to wait for the momentum beat, which is happening here.
Signal of time mean nothing to me, you can fix or ignore it easily, as Miss Havisham fixed her clock that it could always tick the same time of twelve.
Does it negative for life? Does the city people did anything wrong? I don’t know yet the answer, but I know the fact, they tried to interposition of the natural reality, which was evolving here to depend on the random chance of cohabitation between the unseen elfin atoms or be the more elfin particles. Does it wrong to interpose the reality to serve the great interest of an everlasting life, kicking out the evil desires to the mind, and bind the city people in a symmetrical life against the anomalies of distrust, disbelief, deception and lot other asymmetric evildoers of life?
The answer is difficult here, because the city is yet belong in symmetrical life with bald tree branches, aimless vehicles, imitate food-shop or shopping malls and hyperactive people with limestone-faces… everything is life in here except the anomaly that, -all this everything looking alike and odorless here.
It’s a story of interposed reality. It begun 300 years before and is continuing after the 300. When it begun the sleepers were the advocate of the reality that this city evolved to life natural and it will ruin by the natural will, when everything attained its limit for next extinction and transformation. They tried to raise their voice on behalf the natural will, which they used to call God’s desire. It was an open battle between the sleepers and the fellow citizens. Where the sleepers believed on natural will and city people believed the opposite. The sequence was confusing, because:
City people were self-confident to their intelligence, sleepers were less confident to the milieu. People were realistic and innovative but sleepers are ethereal. City people had confidence to stop the senile rhythm of life to fine-tune it everlasting, but the sleepers were antagonistic there. People were progressive in the milieu and sleepers are regressive.
It was the confusion between…
Self-recognition and self-devolution
Self-dependency and self-subservience
Self-dominance and self-subjugation
It was the silent battle of definition and counter definition that, what knowledge is and what is to be.
The city people wanted to conquer over:
Senility and debility, depreciation and decadence, deformity and deprivation, and they wished to win over the eternal recycling of this atomic fusion to wield it by their own intelligence. They started to believe that the uncertainty of atomic fusion could regulate by some fine-tuned alteration. They invented the mechanism by use their great intellect and started to moving on it just like prodigal sprinter, who always wanted to win the 100 meter race at any cost.
Sleepers are stands to the opposite. They wanted to sacrifice them to the:
Certainty and conviction, sensibility and perception, reformation and reincarnation, and they wished to kneel down to the fusion for greater sake of the life that it has an ending to the end.
…everything is life in here except the anomaly that, -all this everything looking alike and odorless here.
Who is wise of them these two competitors? I don’t know who of them is wise, but fact is greater than the reality. These two were paused and hanged now in a half-glass and half-water dilemmas. It was commencing when the city people chased the sleepers and they hid them in a cave for heavenly sleep. The oracles are saying that time is wait for none. I think they choose wrong parable. It’s not the time, the predicate action of life maybe the correct parable to realize the change.
Anyway, I’m now stands in the interposed reality to follow (and observe) the sleepers in the city. They interposed by the benefit-of-doubt dilemma. These boys are alive (with the natural body-biology and soul even) and they are dead on other hand, because nothing left over here, so that they cohabit with the active reality. The city people are not the different. They interposed by the opposite. Their boot-faced wisdom fills their desire to control everything (even the fusion) and they’re now living an everlasting life.
Why I follow them? Yeah, it’s a million dollars question indeed.
They have passed 300 years after the epidemic and still active on eating, shitting (perhaps soon they able to stop the bothering disturbance of excretion), breeding and everything that life demands, but their limestone-face reflects something unprecedented, which I think yonder city people are not live yet, -they’re living-dead; now they’ve nothing to say to see thee opponent. Yonder people are not interested about the sleepers; perhaps they forget the entire battle, since it’s trivial for them to hang on banal memories.
I think the sleepers can easily live here, because the risk is over. They can easily move and reside anywhere without hesitation. It’s far easier to live and adjust with the limestone-reality than the natural. However, they’re not bound to keep the advice, they yet even dark that I’m following them behind just like the idler phantom.
Why I follow them? Yeah, it’s a million dollars question indeed. The answer is simple here. I’m “That” who they believed, and am the “Beloved” who they yet remember for the love; but I’ve nothing to do here to send them 300 years before, or rake up the past to alter it, so that they could return everything they left here before the heavenly sleep.
The only thing I could do is to follow them to the rest, guard them to the rest (as I guard them last 300 years by settling me in the front of cave. They yet even know who the dog is?), and at most sleep with them in the cave forever.
Anyway, it seemed like that the boys now lost their interest to the city life. They have experienced lot today and now silently walk on the road. Perhaps they will return to the cave. I’m not sure about that, but maybe they will return to the cave for a permanent sleep. I silently follow them behind to see the next.
…is it possible to forget all these actions by taking a deep long sleep in the dark cave?