impetus in her never before known.
What that gone crazy crowd could succeed, with those pushes, send away her of back the terrible oppression of those defeated limbs! If it wished him/it the more depth than the soul. On the other side of the barricade, among the chain of men with to head Ivo, that tried to embank the virulence of the furious people there was another heart that melted him for the fate of Saint: Dafne! It fixed with incredulous eyes that miasma of people that inveighed against his/her companion, and for the nth time it felt responsible. Possible that her, that would have been able to decide every thing of that surreal adventure, that would be due to be a paradisiacal trip and that you/he/she was turned then into the peggior nightmare, could not you/he/she do anything? She is true for the love that tried for him and perhaps also in tone of challenge you/he/she had given up piloting the plans of the trip. You/he/she had uttered:
"If you don't want to decide, I won't even decide for us, the case will be left to!"
Its choice seemed her in that breaker brave, a plebeian demonstration of the reverence that had for its love. Now, how much it ached him of the lightness with which you/he/she had declared what an ineluctable sentence was shown then. Its most desperate desire was that to return back for otherwise choosing. Perhaps you/he/she would never have undertaken some trip, even to the most favorable conditions. Perhaps that extreme game would be had to stop very first. But an arcane voice in her calmed the clamor of its conscience:
"My dear there was not other choice, the possibilities that you had of forehead were two: to lose him/it or to be nearby him, here."
And Saint? He quivered everything! You/he/she had reached the height of the idiocy and the paradox. The whole hate of that crowd didn't intimidate him/it at all. You felt extremely detached by that confusion, it was so much a something of extraneous to him that it almost seemed him a futility to interest him of it. It warned only an annoying itch to the ears, given him by that weary to shout of that swarm of fleas that he protected ahead him. It had a big desire to shake her to him of back.
"This is not real!" he repeated "everything this doesn't have some sense!"
To the sudden one the deafening boato of that crowd diminished as of enchantment. Saint was immediately attacked by the fear to have become because of that implacable noise deaf. Then, scrutinizing among the furious crowd that aimed him against, it noticed the outline of the teacher of the island. Its peaceful and relaxed attitude was in clean contrast with the spitefulness of the people that surrounded him/it. The old man lifted the look, aiming the astute eyes in the heart of Saint, and it imperceptibly opened the mouth. Saint remained of plaster when it realized to perfectly hear the whisper of that man. The noise of the external world was enfeebled, their two there were alone in the piattume of a bath of dormant crowd.
"Dear Saint, this ch'io I told that hermitage it was not the vain breath of an empty leather bag. I preannounced that would be seen again there and so is! You annihilate this turbinio of fools insults and you follow my imprints toward a worthier site. You have the power of it. I exhort you to know yourself!"
This way it said, and with an impressive facility it was started among that crowd that as soon as it widened chetamente for lasciar space to his/her light footstep.
"People there really are not" concluded Saint, and as in a sort of trance he also crossed the crowd, unharmed and ignored.
All the people still fixed the place in which him poc'anzi was firm, surrounded by the men that they tried to defend him/it from a probable lynching. You/he/she was accompanied by the teacher in the thick of the wood, away from the orderly trees that represented so much that village to him hostile. You/he/she had followed the elderly one as a rape his/her magic piper and now, of sudden, it waked up again him from that spellbound numbness, from that seeds irresponsibility that you/he/she had already wound him/it in the moment in which you/he/she had warned the sign of the death draw near to him. When that crowd was introduced as his/her possible executioner, its soul he was dressed, as to protect its feelings and its more alive feelings of a cynical and sour lucidity. You/he/she had confined him in a bell of glass, detaching him/it of clean from that red hot external world that would have been able to suffocate him/it. Now any possible torment was enfeebled as for enchantment, without a reasonable explanation, as after all above an impossible rational explanation that whole world leaned him in which Saint was condemned to be. You/he/she had always been a skilled player in the life.
To recite in the booth of the faded world, side beside to a crowd of more immovable existences, you/he/she had always succeeded him easy, even though, with a point of regret, you/he/she had always criticized the few possibilities of an experience to make really many colored, crushed from the gravity and from the slowness from the monotonous laws of nature and from the unbearable temporal cage to which all the other men and he were forced to undergo. The unbelievable permanence in this suspended cosmic that annulled every sense to the events that followed him, left now, instead, orphan Saint of the precious rationality from which escaped before. If in the world that knew before this adventure, it was always sheltered in his/her trips in astral to shake of back the rigid laws of the terrestrial rationality, now, in this sea of not sense, it looked for hopelessly a branch of the reason on which to climb for saving. And here that, however, salvation had come from a nth surreal event.
The teacher had sat on a rock and you/he/she attended that Saint went out of that vortex of internal reasonings. When he/she saw the eyes of the youth finally return to stare at him/it, it paternally smiled at him.
"The somersaults of your cogitar are as essential as the orbits delli planets and delli satellites of the Solar one Systematizes!"
"Thing has happened, Teacher, has need that is given me an explanation to everything this."
"Saint, is so much simpleton the humble your rational Self to ask the key of a door that has already been you wide open of forehead to one servant of yours?"
"You, one servant of mine?"
"Dear my Saint, has not understood yet that I am a part of your expanded conscience? They are not null'altro that a part of the immense power of your mind. You have shifted those people, so that your footsteps moved toward the liberty. You same, in this same instant, bushels answering to your small and blind Self in front of a mirror that reflects your conscience. There is no need ch'io says other. It is as when a child plays with his/her foot because as his doesn't recognize him/it and, believing him/it an extraneous body, you/he/she studies him/it and you/he/she surprises, but, in the moment in which he understands that you/he/she belongs to itself, not the note more, also the foot remaining always to him faithful. You also realize you, I see him/it from the expression that you have in face, as you seem yourself easier to understand mine single word that, during our first meeting, it seemed you so abstruse and sibylline, also if already in your mind you warned the truth that played again waving in unison with your unconscious wisdom. All finally does him clearer, my Creator! Mine archaic speaks of before it now does him more modern, more neighbor to you, because you same you have allowed me him, because you have decided to remove a veil of Maya to deepen your look. You won't see me more, not because I separate me from you, but simply because I will belong to you. It will happen as when you look yourself at the mirror, where you don't detain yourself on every single cell that composes your body, so when you will explore your conscience you won't acknowledge me to you, because I will be you."
Saint had sat on the rock where as soon as few instants before he/she saw sat the elderly wise man. Of he there was not anybody anymore trace. The occultist got up of release and at he looked around. It was alone and it substantially felt him suit and master of itself. It realized, in an instant, the relativity of that frightening trip to which was subdued without trying to react. As the everything could suddenly change around without any logical connection, accordingly also he would have been able to create or to undo anything was introduced him before. It warned in itself the magic
strength to be able to do this, you/he/she would have had only to learn to take conscience of it.
XIII
Something unbelievable had happened. Sabrina, from his/her position, you/he/she had succeeded in seeing a lightning among the men in front of her, really on the head of Saint. That lightning had centered him/it in full, then the boato that was derived had been around so strong of it that all the people you/they were thrown in earth pressing himself/herself/itself the hands on the ears. As soon as the men were thrown on, acknowledging himself/herself/itself the disappearance of Saint. Crowd was literally stunned and frightened by that epocale event. Few instants and it was assisted to the cries of the crowd that impazzava for the whole village to the search of someone that, in their cuor, they hoped not to have to be found before. By now they were all some that Saint was that monster of which it spoke. Dafne had been brought to house of Prometeo. Formally you/he/she had not been accused of nothing but the solo fact to be the companion of Saint it already represented by itself a heavy sentence. It was found alone in the room of Sabrina and he/she knew that the men in the adjacent room would not have allowed