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2. Habi’s Dance
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F r o m C h a p t e r 1 0
A W a y O u t o f t h e D a r k n e s s
Habi, on the other hand, had the belief that there was probably only one certain and accurate reality for the nature of everything. There was probably only one pure white, not two, not three. But the poor humans, they were so bounded by such high walls erected by their finite capabilities. They were kept back. They were kept back all together. They were not clear enough at vision or sharp enough at perception to attain any absoluteness in knowledge. Their eyes were not constructed to perceive pure white so they lived in shades of gray, in so many shades of gray, in as many shades as there were humans. He believed it was such a tough reality to be so uncertain and so unsure in such a certain and sharply constructed universe. It would have been even tougher if humans were to be left to struggle in this world, with all their uncertainties, each one surviving singly with his tremulous head doings on his own. There had to be a way to buffer such loneliness that would have compounded and added to the messiness of a life filled with uncertainties. And indeed humans, together, found that way. Humans, together, buffered the dimness of the gray. They buffered it by holding hands, by sitting close and very beside each other. They sat close enough to offer and receive condolences for a universal common destiny of irremediable ignorance and confusion. Yes, restless and helpless, humans succumbed to gossip, to a lot of gossip. They survived mumbling to each other so many personal views, opinions and theories about their universe the way their eyes perceived it. They sometimes even forgot what they set out pursuing and got themselves more involved in hearing themselves talk to each other to feel that they still managed, they still managed to survive in spite of all those loads of uncertainty that they were destined to carry on their backs.
And uncertain Habi, like any other human, felt the same universal pressing need to hold hands. He held hands with other humans who, too, were no less confused that he was. Indeed, in time, Habi had friends. Some of them were close and intimate enough...
…We are all lost on the same black island together and it is a blessing to hold hands, it is a blessing to each single one of us to hold hands with other humans. It is a blessing to talk to each other, to walk with each other, to sing with each other "Way out of the darkness" songs:
Can you see? Can you see anything? What can you see? Do you know a way out? I know you wander a lot like me I will tell you the way I see it And you tell me the way you think it should be In all cases never stop, always talk I will always talk to you And you always talk to me.
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F r o m C h a p t e r 1 3
T h e C h i l d T h a t i s N o t B o r n
Habi, with eyes brightening suddenly interrupted Watuna, “But let me ask you this; it just popped in to my mind now. If love is give and take and not simply give, if there is nothing like absolute love as you say, how would you explain what Roola, Atila’s woman, is doing? You know Atila no longer loves or let me say, cares, for her. He has almost deserted her. He goes back to their stone house so infrequently now. He has almost stopped pumping his care into their relationship. His woman, as you know, still cares a lot for him. She is not even embarrassed to declare that she still loves him at a time when she knows he is now sleeping with another woman. If you say it is that tough ‘give and take business’, how would you explain the love she still feels and the care that she is still willing to give for him when he is giving no more care to her?” Watuna smiled and proceeded “Imagine you’ve been walking on your feet for many days on a vast desert thirsty looking for some water to drink. So many times, and especially amidst the burning suns of mid-days, your eyes could spot water at a distance. Feeling lucky at last, you hurriedly walked in the direction of the water. So many times, you rushed to the water. In the end, and in each time, you found no water. You were only walking to an illusion, an illusion that the hot weather had been faking to your vulnerable eyes. You grow desperate especially when you know that also not many of the others who had gone on such desert trips have stumbled on any waters. But you still kept walking and on looking around. Imagine, in the end, and after so many dry days and on some lucky day, you stumble on a well with abundant water. You couldn’t believe it at first. But it was true. It was a well, a mine of abundant water. It was what you’ve been looking for and what you were growing hopeless you would find. You settle there beside that well. You live there beside that well. Imagine that some day, that well that had once been pumping in your life all that abundant flow of water was starting to dry out and to give out much less water. What would you do?” asked Watuna. Habi starting to think and reply at the same time “I would...” “No wait.” Watuna interrupted. “Don’t answer. Close your eyes. Take some time imagining first and then tell me. Remember the well has not ceased to give out water yet. It is only giving lessening amounts of water.” Habi, closes his eyes and after a pause, “I think I would wait till there was no more water. I would wait till I was sure there was no more hope in any more water coming again out of that well. Then I would set out walking again in that desert and searching again for another well.” “So you would not choose to leave in search for another well when there was still some water, less though but at least still there.” “By no means I would not” said Habi, “you do not stumble on a well everyday in a desert like that.” Watuna, in a victorious tone, “So you choose to do like Roola then. You choose to wait till the very end, till there was no more hope.” “So Atila is the well?” asked Habi as he got what Watuna was after. “Yes, Atila is the well. His care is the flowing waters that are lessening and the waiting till the waters stopped completely is the hope that Roola has that it might still not be all over after all, that he might still come back to pump his care to her life again. The feeling she had in his arms was so special, it would take her a lot of time and effort to believe she would no longer have it again. The day she loses the hope will be the day she leaves out to look for another well, the day she stops making her declarations of still loving him and waiting for him. She will look for being cared for somewhere else.” “So still, after all, we will always be pursuing the care we get in the end” said Habi who had hoped for a break from Watuna’s calculations. “That’s what we were made to be dedicated to” replied Watuna “If it is a relationship that will start, then it is the anticipation of the care you might start to get. If it is a relationship that is already there, it is the care you are actually getting. If it is a relationship that is fading out, it is the hope that you might come to get the care again in case it is not totally over.” “But tell me Watuna. Do you think the conditional care is the dictum that rules all lovers? Do you think there could be any absoluteness at least at a very rare level? I have been discussing that with Auna. I would like to know what you think. Do you believe that something like absolute care or absolute love or whatever you call it exists?” “Those who believe in that absoluteness of love are only in love with the idea itself. But truly, life is so practical even when it comes to the most emotional issues in our lives. If you love with that ‘absoluteness’ thinking that your love was a one way caring business, why do you rage with all that jealousy when you have fears that you might be deserted by your lover for someone else? You shouldn’t be even upset. If you only cared, if you only gave, then you should have been relaxed and relieved at the thought of being deserted. You will no longer have to actively give and care. You would be given a break and at the same time your lover will be happy with someone else. You should be happy for her too. But it is the care that you receive and that you are threatened of losing that you rage for. The notion frightens you. Amidst your rage and furiousness, alleging or declaring to your woman that you love her is one brilliant way out that you find. You bribe her with a note that you care for her in a quest for her assurances that she will still stay to care for you.” “Well, as much as I still dislike it,” said Habi, “I still cannot disagree. I do believe there’s a lot of it that holds true. But somehow believing in it …. I think I’d rather stick to the decency codes more.”
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F r o m C h a p t e r 1 5
T h e R e l e a s e
Interests always blur the rules that humans set when times come for action. Interests make every human law turn redundant and saggy. It is the thinking brain that made all that. It is the thinking brain that can do all that and more if left, if left to make it on its own, if left unchecked by the supervision of a Godly Manual and its holy instructions. Yes, the Earthly Manual had to be sent, the Godly message had to be delivered. It had to be delivered to supervise human lives in their earthly phase, to help the smart thinkers in their pursuit and levitation to a better existence and to save the dull ones from their destructive selves. Only through the Earthly Manual can humans come to know their universe had a powerful and able creator. They can know the creator loves them. They can know they were chosen to be delivered to that planet. They can know the neatest ways of how to healthily live on that planet and optimally operate and safely manipulate its diverse furniture of forests, mountains, deserts, islands and waters with their numerous and diverse animal and plant inhabitants. They can know there is a deep meaning for their lives and their existence than they thought. They can know there is wisdom, eternal wisdom, beyond all the earthly events and happenings that they might never, with their limited minds, capture. They can know the creation of that universe was meant to be. But most important of all, the message came to tell everybody about the true essence of the mysterious cave. Indeed, it came to change people’s lives. It came to put everything in a more correct place. It came to rectify the intentions and to fine-tune the reasons for human endeavors and struggles. It came to prescribe the treatments for our bodies, our bodies that were infected with so many needs and hence with so many fears. It came to prescribe the treatment that would release humans’ souls from their bodies, from their Tikitian imprints, the Tikitian imprints that had been reigning for so long and with such concreteness and practicality, the Tikitian imprints that, though had forced humans to wisely compromise and to harmonize together yet, still, could not penetrate beyond the mystery of the cold dark caves. The message came to tie humans’ earthly lives to other probably better lives that lay beyond the cold dark cave, to other lives where there was no more corruption with so many needs. Yes, the message came with the transformation: the cold dark cave is not so cold and is not so dark in the end. It can be a better place. It is not the end. It is the real start. It is a place where you can make up for the flaws of the Tikitian justice.
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