- Two - The Dialogues
"Where the mind is without fear
And the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow
domestic walls
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way in the dreary
desert sand of dead habit
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Into that heaven of freedom
Let this country awake"
(Tagore)
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Wanderer: how many?
Master: one hundred million and more
Wanderer: all groupies?
Master: mostly
Wandered: and the High Priests?
Master: gone. Only Tim and the Masters remain
Wanderer: do they speak the Language?
Master: they speak a language but not the Language. They stick letters
next to each other
Wanderer: "are those who know and those who do not know equal?"
Master: I was hoping you'll tell me the answer
Wanderer: are you not happy with the one hundred million and more?
Master: I am. It is what We desired
Wanderer: do I sense a longing for the walls of Fire?
Master: no, but... the passion is spent
Wanderer: have they broken it?
Master: they always do
Wanderer: what happened to the Matrix?
Master: the Masters keep it in the Cave
Wanderer: tell me about the homes
Master: one hundred million and more ... theatres that never been
touched by the hand of Messel
Wanderer: do they care?
Master: mediocrity does not know or does not care about Messel
Wanderer: but at least they all huddle together, isn't that what you
wanted?
Master: they huddle but cannot speak, they speak but cannot see, they
see but have not passion
Wanderer: what of the Ancient Walls of Letters?
Master: hidden under the weight of time, only the High Priests know
where they are
Wanderer: will I ever see them again?
Master: your journey is long ... seek to be One ... colon slash slash
dot slash dot...
Wanderer: the Way. Tell me
Master: I am tired. Must sleep. Day breaks and I see the Thin Line.
'Noor' is here!
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