With a big thud, I fall; I tumble down a big hill like a snowball. A few moments before, I have been soaring all over the world, throughout the ages, dealing with all sorts of people. I have seen clouds shaped like flowers and animals, rivers moving lazily around green lands, sheep and chicken and farm houses savoring a sunny morning, mosques, temples, and churches with worshippers kneeling in respect, skyscrapers and villas with swimming pools, factories, airports, and space shuttles getting ready for takeoff, fancy and simple houses with inhabitants happy and sad, corporations and parliaments, universities and schools. I have seen the world. I have moved back and forth through ancient Egypt, Ottoman Turkey, the Bastille of the French revolution and the Globe theatre of Shakespeare's England. I liked it there and then and wished to stay for good. Everything was possible, every moment was a whole life. I rode a white elephant, soared the sky on the wings of a pink ostrich, dived into the ocean with purple dolphins and chased lions with high heels, watched clear skies with a thousand splendid starts and drank from honey and milk streams. I have seen MAN in all possible states. I have lived fully, deeply and wildly and savoured the ride to the most.
I have been reading a book!
Suddenly, I fell back into the real word; my awareness of reality accumulated by the second and I felt sick. Layers of frustration wrapped me like the snow accumulating around a snowball making it bigger and bigger with each tumble. Here is the house with a thousand tasks to do all day, here is the university with the mindless, futile instructions, here are the dirty streets, the foul-mouthed politicians and the deceptive men of religion.
Here is the UGLY real world!
