A story from the STORYBOOK (in progress)

– My God, you sang using only nonsensical phrases; You returned to me today, so wrapped in air, but also, from so much, but so much forgetfulness, to make me remember, as no one ever did, what emptiness is, as well as what the absolute definition of a certain principle is , emerged after a sharp end, which, without a doubt, closed several cycles, episodes or very serious conjectures that had no solution. – An aging man named Ramón Ezequiel de los Montes warned from the slopes of a great mountain.

-You, a fruitful spy who sometimes abandons his horizons to observe, have earned my delicacy, but also, a large part of my sensitivity; Well, although you have been watching me with your not so constant rudeness, I think, it has been enough to be able to decipher me, even better than many presume to do it day and night. It is me, that which is, but which at the same time is not; and that furthermore, it can be both, with such exasperating simultaneity, that I prefer to consider myself, as something that does not even exist, or that could exist, in some corner of the entire understanding, that flies everywhere – He sang, with mature, wise and highly harmonic musicality, the Great Taciturn Thought of the Earth.

It was around ten o’clock in the morning, there in Almentares, and although in reality, it was not that early, the sun still did not paint its tones and luminosity due to those winds or airs; Well there, in that place, always, even no matter what month of the year it was, the tones began to shine, that’s why eleven o’clock, or eleven-fraction. However, the morning routines of the most active people started almost at the same rate as those of any other city; so at that time, there were hundreds of people walking everywhere without stopping.

Don Ramón Ezequiel de los Montes, was an experienced musical instrument mechanic, and also a talented violinist who was awarded multiple awards, both for his exquisite participation in the famous Almentares symphony, as well as for his brilliant performance as a soloist. , giving concerts and presentations, around each and every one of the most important sites. Temperate, for three years and eight months now, he had been a widower of his adored wife Margarita Palomares; Which, without question, had affected him a lot without being able to avoid it, because from being one of the most eloquent people I have ever met, he became a very lonely subject, sadly identified, as the “poor instrument madman”. Already he lived in the fantasies that he brought deep within his psychology. He spoke alone constantly, and to everyone he swore, to be the only one capable, to speak with the “Great Thought” … the very same, “Taciturn Thought of the Earth”.

So, when arriving in the city, after having exchanged connection with the happy “Taciturn Thought of the Earth”, Don Ezequiel, he did not stop conversing with the surrealist sketches of his own intrinsic hallucination. He crossed several avenues without allowing himself to be distracted by what was happening, and he never lost a single iota of his surprising determination, which always led him to achieve what he so desired; even without caring, the type of limitation that he might encounter;… and on this occasion, it was to the mysterious house of Doña Remedios Mejía, where he wanted to go. She was a very extravagant woman, dedicated to the strange craft of holes. Yes, they have listened to me well, to the so peculiar and strange job of the holes; which, was characterized by finding the hollow or cadent space of elements, to each and every one of the bodies that fit within our concepts; but especially, those who were very well related, with the art of sound, music and those tiny vibes emitted from anywhere.

However, upon entering the house, Don Ezequiel took off his filthy mud-covered boots, hung his disfigured hat on the coat rack; and he walked with a light step to the room where Doña Remedios was located.

-Have you heard them talk? … again, they don’t stop bothering; … they bray again and again, their usual stupid things! – It began with a deviant tone, although quite frustrated, Doña Remedios, who was cleaning her exclusive appliances to do her job well.

-Listen a little, but as always, I just played crazy so as not to fall into their idiocies – Don Ezequiel de los Montes continued, accompanied by sarcastic saliva, which led him to paint a very smile on his face. mocking.

-It’s already a reverend mockery of what’s happening! if this were, the most divine message there is;… Ezequiel is crazy!… an excessive one, Incredibly absurd insanity! – She exclaimed, already with a bit of verbal fires, Doña Remedios, the great woman of the holes.

At the end of that thread of phrases that were exhibited, a small silence entered the scene; However, not sixty seconds passed, counting each other quickly and out of breath, for Doña Remedios to take up the word again to express her thoughts.

-Do you remember when we were kids, Ezequiel? – Asked Doña Remedios, already with a sweeter gesture, almost in the form of illusion.

-But how can I forget it, my dear Remedios;… if those years were the most poetic, rhythmic and exciting of all my life – Don Ramón Ezequiel answered without hesitation.

-Do you remember our great adventures in the Olivar? – The master of holes inquired again.

-Martín, Marciano, Felomenita, Tiburcio, Gertrudis and the two of us; day and night, chasing “goblins”, or catching bugs to enlarge our collection – Don Ramón continued

-Yes, yes … and that smell of cut grass flying around us – completed Doña Remedios

So wrapped up in a “determined” peace, the two old friends looked into each other’s eyes, said no more, and immediately, which reflection of a bewitching mirror, they both smiled at each other, because they knew that even without no matter what happened, they would always be on the same page. However, outside the house, a commotion began to be heard; It sounded louder and louder, and the little tranquility that was still intact, in moments was shattered, and now only scandal, on the way to the most exaggerated, was the only thing that flew through those airs of Almentares. Don Ramón Ezequiel and Doña Remedios, without saying anything, expressed their growing dissatisfaction; At first, they did not move from where they were, but as soon as their patience was transferred, they went to the lady’s secret workshop, which, was very well hidden, under the floors of the house, in order to escape from the maddening noise. that it just wouldn’t stop; and in turn, to be able to communicate, with the Great Melquiades, the distinguished leader of his very select group of rejected “geniuses”.

-Sir, they are here;… again, their hubbub does not stop, and instead, it only increases – he addressed the Great Melquiades, Don Ramón Ezequiel.

-I was imagining it, it is not something that surprises me;… please, prepare everything as we planned it from the beginning. I’ll be there in an hour – answered the Great Melquiades abruptly.

For his part, outside that residence, Isidro Coronel, the happy president of Almentares, along with all his extensive team of skilled in stupidity, had been arriving, riding a very ridiculous white horse, excessively decorated with pamphlets and pennants. cheap, with the intention of promoting his irreverent party “Purple”. Party itself, which sought to make the rich richer, and the marginalized poorer.

-Friends, colleagues, colleagues of mine, but above all, brothers with meaning, we are here, once again together, to take one more step towards the proposed goal. Today, in front of all of you as witnesses, the agreement “ StultusPopulus ” will be signed, which will have the purpose of educating the people at the mercy of their needs ( or rather, at the mercy of the needs of the president and his manipulable “sheep” ). This, my friends, is a very positive achievement, which I am sure will pay off enormously. So, without further ado, let’s do the act and celebrate for the great wonders that are coming – spoke eloquently as a fourth-rate politician, Isidro Coronel.

At the end of this very false message, the people, with more apathy than spirit, applauded Isidro Coronel’s extremely rascuachudo. The vast majority were hauled from various parts of the Republic; They had taken them, or rather, bought them, to make a bundle; and thus, the great popularity of the mediocre quality president will appear. The rest, twenty or twenty-five percent, maximum, were fans devoted to the “poetry” of the “great messiah”, who according to their eyes, had come to protect them, to give them relief, hope and plenty of facilities of all kinds.

However, the so “exquisite” president, brought his own flow; to him, the thought and fanaticism of those who followed him, or at least of those who were there to make a big difference, was worth a little reverend. He was only interested in achieving his ambitions, even no matter who he had to trample, manipulate or deceive. But the most curious thing about all this is that a large part of the population of Almentares knew it, but because they were so absorbed in their “worlds” and absolute egocentricities; They saw that, as strangers, and only from the stands, they criticized these matters, without doing anything about it.

In itself, the real environment of Almentares was like a small desolate universe, in which despite having a million planets going round and round, each one of these did not really conscientiously interact with the other, far from it, with the purpose of achieving a common goal for the people. Likewise, although all the people from Almería were involved in that depressing environment, the great majority of them did not even see the great problem that was eating away at them; since only, the very select group of rejected “geniuses” were those who saw that, as a great deterioration that was leading them, a few steps away from an irreversible social failure; and therefore, they wanted at any cost, to change this tendency that had them extremely trapped.

For its part, directing the narrative again, to the house of Doña Remedios, I will tell you that the Lady of the Holes, and her dear friend, Don Ramón Ezequiel de los Montes, meanwhile, were in their peculiar “zone X ”, that is, in an oscillating state between hypnosis, full concentration, babia and more widespread relaxation. Each one, separately, although in the same corner of the room, was seated in a comfortable cushioned armchair; without speaking or making any sound. They were simply, rambling on who knows what, while awaiting the arrival of their great leader, the most distinguished, Great Melquiades.

-Bridges, rivers and roads!;… bridges, rivers and roads! – He entered the house of Doña Remedios, the Great Melquiades, shouting.

And with that, not even three seconds were enough for Don Ramón and the Lady of the Holes to get up again.

-Sir, sir, it has arrived already. We thought he would arrive at 2:30 pm – Her voice accelerated Doña Remedios.

-I went ahead. I understood the severity of this disaster, and I did not consider it pertinent, to delay – answered almost instantly, Gran Melquiades; who paused briefly, took a breath, and then returned to the energetic mode with which he entered – bridges, rivers and roads! … bridges, rivers and roads!

-What do you mean sir, why bridges, rivers and roads? – Don Ezequiel asked

-On bridges, rivers and roads, it is where the mess is more accumulated; and also, it is where we will find the answer, to be able to solve this enormous decadence – the Great Melquiades was encouraged to answer

-I don’t understand sir, what do you mean? – Asked skeptically, Don Ramón Ezequiel

-Tell me, what is our main purpose, to start a revolution here? – He answered with another interpellation, the Great Melquiades.

A small silence, with airs of thinking or of entanglement, then covered that situation. Enough time was generated for Don Ramón and Doña Remedios to reflect a little, and thus remember the deep reasons for their rebellion.

-Origin, death, explosions and innumerable triggers, for the most part, occur in the same place – emphasized the Great Melquiades; which was silent for only a few seconds, to immediately continue – the history of the Whole, of the Cosmos, of the Systems and of an extensive number of stars, began in a very particular space, perhaps without much notoriety; but, by the simple fact of having arisen there, that place would later become the main core of its entire significance. – complemented the Great Melquiades

-As explained by Plutaurio and Efiminixtex ¹ in their multi-spatial treatise, “The Contours of the Sun and the Milky Way”, in which, cunningly, they raise a number of metaphors about the universe, in order to successfully defeat the infamous army of Laconicia-Lawinki – added Don Ramón Ezequiel

-Exactly Ramón, exactly. Let’s see Isidro Coronel then, along with his stupid ideology and power, as if they were one of these mentioned elements; be it the Cosmos, the Systems, or the stars. So well, if we know that he emerged from his speeches, from the growing fusion of those who began to follow him and from a very tenuous ambition, that he could transform himself into an ocean of greed and pretense; Where exactly, was where did you start to have the greatest response and connection? Well, under the bridges where he delivered his sermon, on one side of the most famous rivers that cross the city, and in the middle of the most traveled roads in recent years; so it will be there too, where we will end it, without mercy or mercy – the Great Melquiades continued with great confidence.

-Errege, erreginak, fables eta “Luminescence”, elkarrekinjolastenmunduosoakzuzendukodituenpentsamendu-lantegiak sortzeko. ² – she was encouraged to complement, almost singing Doña Remedios, to express her perception of the facts, and before the very logic of its great leader, Melquiades, in order to defeat the shameless Isidro Coronel.

-Badiraerrege eta “argitasun” eramatenituzte, bainaez da horregatikpentsatzengelditzengara eta guretzatgarrantzitsuenaikusten dugu ³ – answered, almost instantly the Great Melquiades to defend his point.

With it, as if it After being planned with the skill of an engineer, a small roar of spring drizzle began to consistently upholster the atmosphere, to the point of completely interrupting the Great Leader’s conversation with his picturesque subordinates.

-It’s time to go – the Great Melquiades resumed, once he was away from his distraction.

-Whatever you say, Lord, we are now ready – Don Ramón Ezequiel continued.

-We have already marked the axes of symmetry in Almentares, and in the “exiled” carriage, there are already a thousand and one copies of the “ Mario Dialogues ” ⁴ , that you asked us thirty days ago, or more – added Doña Remedios

-Perfect, and where is the carriage? – asked the Great Melquiades

-It’s in the corner. Jesusa and Ordonela are waiting for us to leave as soon as we arrive – Doña Remedios replied again

Not even three deep sighs passed for the three determined “exiles” to leave the house, somewhat camouflaged, so as not to be, or slightly noticed. They walked two and a half blocks, and at the corner of the street “ Rencor del Campo ” with that of “ Orillas de la Hipnosis ”, Jesusa and Ordonela were already waiting for them. .

-.Jesusa, Ordonela, do you come from the “Sacred Abyss”? – inquired the Great Melquiades

-That’s right, sir, we were helping Doña Juana’s lapidaries to finish putting the containers of “life” on the symmetry axes, which Doña Remedios asked us to mark – Ordonela, the oldest and most faithful steward, answered. of the Great Melquiades.

-Excellent Ordonela; And the crew of “Aces” that I requested, is it already in position to start the action? – asked the Great Melquiades again

-Yes sir, everything is ready, we are just waiting for his signal to start with the plan – added Jesusa, Don Ramón’s young assistant; who, primarily, was in charge of keeping his beloved musical instrument venue standing; but also, to coordinate the people who were joining this conscientious movement, known among them, as the “Resplendent Almentares Revolution”

-Perfect, then let’s go to the “Cabin” – the Great Melquiades quickly contested.

Upon reaching the famous “Cabaña”, a site where all the plans, the control system and the source of strategies to carry out the rebellion were found, the Great Melquiades, covered with an energy that could well have caress, at the very reflection of the “Great Taciturn Thought of the Earth”, he went to the small blackboard that was in one of the walls of the main study. There, while everyone else did other things, he began to sketch out lines that his own mind was dictating to him at the rate of shrapnel that he does not stop firing. However, the first thing he outlined was a huge circle that he named, the “Perfect Absolutism.” Within it, he added many, many points, so many that the interior of the happy circle was almost completely colored, although he was also very careful to keep the “individuality” of each one of them distinguishable.

When he finished outlining what he had in his head, the Great Melquiades stared at what he had done; he seemed concentrated and almost immobile; until a young student who was helping them, he approached curious to try to understand what he was doing.

-What is that, sir? – the boy naively elicited

-It is the Whole – answered the Great Melquiades a bit curtly.

-the All? – the student inquired again

Before answering, the Great Melquiades paused his reflection for a moment, directed his gaze to that of the inquiring boy, and then added:

-Everything is a Whole, do you know why? – began the Great Melquiades

-Why is it that each thing, no matter how tiny it may be, may well be, at the same time, a categorical “Universe”, harboring a thousand and one other things within itself? – The boy dared to answer with another question

-That’s right, sir, that’s right – the Great Melquiades was silent for ten seconds, he returned his gaze to the blackboard, to once again observe his lines; and immediately, he returned to the eyes of the young man so wrapped up in curiosity – What is your name?

-I am Venancio, sir; Venancio del Álamo – the boy was encouraged to answer

-And do you know Venancio, why are we doing all this? – The Great Melquiades questioned him, with the eyes of a teacher, towards his dazzling student

-You mean the rebellion, sir? – He inquired with another question, Venancio

-Precisely Venancio, that’s what I mean, do you know why we want to carry it out? – continued the Great Melquiades, as a guide or expert, to subtly direct the conversation to the places along the I know he wanted to take her

-I understand that the main objective is to unseat Isidro Coronel – Venancio del Álamo said with considerable caution.

-And why do we want to do it ?; What is the real reason that motivates us to do it? – The Great Melquiades continued incessantly to know the thoughts of the young Venancio, as well as, to lead him to reason, with acute analysis, about what was being done in itself.

-Well, it’s no secret, sir, that Isidro Coronel is corrupt, a cheater and someone who only sees for his own good – Venancio del Álamo added, with a certainty that was reborn in him, and that it was easy to recognize

-Yes, yes, the happy Colonel, he is not even laughing, the most ethical, committed and professional. However, what really concerns us, are the dark consequences that his inefficient action could bring – he added to the response of the boy, the Great Melquiades, who, paused his words for a moment, and then continued – already what you said, Venancio, “each thing, even as tiny as it may be, may well be, at the same time, a categorical” Universe “, harboring a thousand and one other things within itself”; and the way of being, of existing and even of remaining, of that “Universe”, will not only influence the cells or components adhered to it, but will also, sooner or later, cause an irreversible unleashing, which undoubtedly it will affect many other “Universes”, “Galaxies” and “thoughts” – emphasized the Great Melquiades, who was silent for a few seconds, swallowed, and immediately continued – do you see what I have drawn here? – Saying it while he pointed a finger at the blackboard – The “Great All”, outlined with simple strokes. “The Great Whole”, also baptized, by my own conviction or madness, as the “Perfect Absolutism”; and it is how I pretend, in one way or another, to represent the Universe, planet Earth, our beloved city of Almentares, ourselves, as individuals, but above all, the shameless one, of Isidro Coronel; in order to understand, at least visually, how is the effect of the interactions that happen inside, when they are recharged towards a certain pattern – the Great Melquiades swallowed again, and then continued – what does he say to you, Venancio, this particular example ?; What does it tell you, about the way in which the points are arranged inside the circle ?; Can you visually detect something?

-I see balance, sir – said Venancio del Álamo confidently and without rambling.

-Effectively Venancio, indeed; In this example, the balance that is generated between the different points or components of the circle is very clear – the Great Melquiades complemented, as he approached the blackboard again with an eraser in hand; and when he got to it, he began to erase some points, and then place others in different places.

-And now, Venancio, what does this new example tell you? – The Great Melquiades asked again, once the modifications had been made to the drawing that he made.

-There’s no balance, sir. Most of the points are on the left side – Venancio answered, showing a logical and unequivocal tone.

-And what would happen, if this happened in Almentares, or even more so, in our world? – The Great Melquiades continued with another question, to continue weaving the strategy of his analysis

-How, sir, do you refer to the consequences that could be unleashed, if all the components that make them up fell in a single direction? – He replied with another tangled doubt, Venancio del Álamo

-That’s Venancio, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. However, not necessarily, it would have to be a visually or physical trend. Perhaps, it could be, a trend of a psychological, environmental, political or social type; that with the passage of time, it could generate changes, so, so drastic; just like the ones I presented, in my examples on the blackboard – the Great Melquiades highlighted, while he stroked his chin with detailed gentleness, as if it depended on having more ideas.

-Mmm I see, and that’s his great fear, isn’t it? That is to say, that the politically incorrect tendency of Isidro Coronel, which is showing a complete vision (for not being able to serve the entire population); it becomes, at a given moment, a catastrophic catalyst, which could well have repercussions, in the entire balance of the city that it sustains us today; is not true? – added the young Venancio, already with more airs of energy, who made parties and ovations to a certain understanding.

– Precisely boy, precisely, that is my great fear; and for that reason, I decided to start this revolution – he added the Great Melquiades, with a bit of skepticism and unease on his face

-And what are we going to do, sir? – I inquire with optimism, the good Venancio

-We will go to the bridges, rivers and roads – said the Great Melquiades, almost cutting

-to bridges, rivers and roads ?; Why sir ?; Why do we have to go there? – Venancio questioned again, with a very peculiar look, which seemed to sail within the seas of uncertainty

-Yes, that’s where everything started with Isidro Coronel in power; and that is where it will all end – said the Great Melquiades, with a modulation so absent, that he immediately gave the impression of not wanting to continue talking.

About twenty minutes had passed since Venancio asked the Great Melquiades the first question. The conversation between the two flowed quite well; with great agility, passion and interest. Temperate, there came a point, in which the Great Melquiades, was seduced, as most of the times happened, by his great introversion; The same that filled him with thoughts, highly blinking, to spend some time alone with himself and with his precious solitude. The Great Melquiades needed a space for reflection, because curiously, the last stage of the conversation with Venancio del Álamo, unexpectedly, helped him to perceive, in a different way, the general panorama about Isidro Coronel. Did his own reasoning really make sense? Or had he accidentally fallen into a tangled maze with no way out? At first, his structured wave of beliefs in relation to all of this sounded quite congruent. Every time he spoke to himself; or that he explained his theories to someone else, there was no room for doubt. However, the small interpellation, “And that is his great fear, isn’t it?”, From Venancio, pushed him to a new state of indecision.

Momentarily, he felt a harpoon blast in the tracks of his courage; Which led him to ask himself, without his pupil noticing, the following thread: “Fear? Why fear something ?; Why fear the most devastating and infamous monster, even if it can ruin everything, but everything, everything? ” From there, he began to dance between different ramblings, to see if he found, in any of them, a new way, to define the true reason for his actions. A new way, significantly removed from fear; and that rather, he was sustained by impeccable motives, that only seek to generate harmony; regardless of the horror, or series of “impurities”, that could be caused, by one or more, of the internal components of “Perfect Absoultism” as such.

He thought and thought, the Great Melquiades; he thought and thought, considering a thousand variables. He thought and thought; even in what he considered at the time, as the most suitable solution, to bring down the deplorable man, who apparently would lead Almentares to the most unbearable chaos. Of course, I mean, the “bridges, rivers and roads.” He thought and thought, with admirable determination, or obsessive fixation, until he finally found, a solution that could help him to revalue, considerably, his justification; which was, to speak with the “Great Taciturn Thought of the Earth”, just as Don Ramón Ezequiel de los Montes used to do.

-I dare to dream, to fly, to create idealisms and take off, just as when I was, just a nine-year-old boy. A child full of innocence, brilliance and naivety – he began his conversation with the Great Taciturn Thought of the Earth, the Great Melquiades.

-What do you dream of, Melquiades ?; What has life told you about itself, about its prayers, its sorrows and her most intrinsic needs? – I inquire into the Taciturn Thought of the Earth, wrapped in a tender and very fresh wisdom, undeniably calming and alive.

-Life sings to me; over and over it sings to me. He sings so much to me, but so much, that sometimes, I only hear distorted and somewhat contrasting noises, entangling themselves between the margin and interior of my aging ears – continued the Great Melquiades, with a very particular tone, which made his great confusion obvious < / p>

-That’s normal, it’s fair, I think; Well, life is a cluster of infinity of energies, highly excited, which try to express their palpitation, at any cost, or under any condition. It is an exorbitant dance. An exorbitant dance, which becomes a peace or a disorder, depending on the eyes that notice it day and night – added with a slow and reflective rhythm, the Taciturn Thought of the Earth; who waited a few moments and continued – and between so much music, sounds and messages that are mixed; Have you found any edge of congruence?

-Of course, there have been many times that I have found myself at the forefront of those “joys” of congruence. Moreover, it was for this reason that I decided to embark on the path to the “Resplendent Almentares Revolution ”. I do not know if I will be crazy, bathed in delusions or superfluous arrogance that only attack, but in truth I heard, a very particular melody that made a lot of sense to me – the Great Melquiades highlighted, showing sincere, somewhat exposed and somewhat analytical, around your old thoughts.

-And what did that melody tell you? – He questioned the Taciturn Thought of the Earth, in order to lead the Great Melquiades to his own solution.

-He spoke to me without statements, without sentences and without uttering a single word. He spoke to me with a breath of the wind, then two, then three. He went on and on, until he completed the hundred; and with it, I don’t even know how, I managed to understand, the so acute meaning, that it was trying to expose to me – described the Great Melquiades; who stopped for two seconds, and then spoke again – I saw the essence of harmony, it was so natural. Geometry or perfection of physics, was suddenly the only answer to everything; and from there, I could see the universe, I could see its movement, its tendency and its undeniable reason, fitting in a spectacular coordination. In short, I could see everything myself; everything, including the most desired harmony between men, between classes, between races and between idyllic societies. I could see its beauty, its precious and enchanting beauty, when each oscillation generated a deep and exorbitant harmony, when interacting with the others. However, I also saw horror, I saw a tremendous and heartbreaking horror, when one of these “perfect” oscillations fell into the corner of the most depressing oblivion; which made me understand how important it is to get rid of what interrupts the balance to generate a very out of place chaos.

-And why is chaos, or that which interrupts the balance, as you point out, is something so bad? – very subtly emphasized the Taciturn Thought of the Earth

-It’s bad, because it simply breaks with something you already have; it tears him apart and takes him to his death – the Great Melquiades added smoothly

-Well, it seems to me, my dear Melquiades, that you are making yourself more complicated, unnecessarily – added the Taciturn Thought of the Earth, who bathed in silence for a few moments, and then continued – That’s how life is This is how reality is, a sea of ​​causes and consequences that cannot and should not be avoided; and on the contrary, they should only be accepted.

-But how? Should I then act indifferent to everything that breaks the peace? – Asked the Great Melquiades very confused

-Not really Melquiades; Rather, you should act more conscientiously, when you really dispose yourself to understand, to observe and to feel, the beauties so specific, of each of the elements that make up this inescapable reality, so infinitely incomprehensible and abysmal – I reply, with a very poetic tonality. full of wisdom, the Taciturn Thought of the Earth.

Hearing that message, the Great Melquiades immersed himself, reviewed in detail his theories about the entire Universe, and tried to perceive again a large number of “transcendental” manifestations, but now, from the angle proposed by the Taciturn Thought of the Earth. And there he was beginning to ramble, when at that:

. Furies run;… they run and run and they will catch up with us! – Ordonela shouted from afar, very covered with a real panic, which had made her face pale without further ado.

Seconds later, a small crowd, of about twenty-five or thirty people, began to spread out, hurriedly and full of screams, towards the “Praes Basin”; same basin where the maximum security bunker was located; designed by themselves, to protect themselves from extremely high risk situations. They all ran and ran; They ran and ran, as if their whole life depended on it; They ran and ran, behind Ordonela, who in her hands was carrying a green scarf, as a sign of the seriousness of the present matter. The Great Melquiades, meanwhile, rejoined the mundane plane, leaving behind his intrinsic reflections on what the Taciturn Thought of the Earth had pointed out to him. So it is that flattering with his gaze, the vicissitudes exposed by Ordonela, and successively, those of the agitated group of people who did not stop shouting and running; It was how he tried to understand the inescapable gibberish that occurred in front of him; so that you can then react in the best possible way.

-Act, fierce act, may the rain return to heaven and may the stars, in sincere oath, faithfully forgive us! – The Great Melquiades warned strongly from the entrance of the main study where he was

However, that phrase in a dress of energetic fire, was finally caught in the air without being heard. The people, the crowd, continued in their trend of escape or irrefutable panic, following Ordonela to the happy bunker, which in theory, would keep them safe from any infamous monster.

However, there was someone, within the immense conjunction of individuals, who did listen to the words of the great Melquiades; And that was it, Venancio del Álamo, himself in turn, was heading towards where the lapidaries of Doña Juana were, to help them in his arduous work.

-Sir, I’ve heard it; but I do not understand anything of what is happening. Is it a tragedy or a simple routine act? – Venancio del Álamo intervened, to show the Great Melquiades that he had received the words from him.

-Do you hear that Venancio? That unstoppable noise, that frantic movement? That is the mouth of my great mistake, for not understanding, the true reason for the universal balance – added the Great Melquiades

-I’m confused sir. This is all your cause, but at the same time, do you regret it? – Venancio del Álamo intervened again with another interpellation

-That’s Venancio, that’s right; By seeing the crystal, only from the eyes that were given to me, and not considering what others perceived, my conception of the Whole became clouded; thus achieving, that I myself created, the monster, which ironically, I rejected the most – complemented with a slow voice, covered with some frustration, the Great Melquiades

-And what will we do about it sir? – Venancio del Álamo inquired again, hoping to receive a luminous answer from his mentor

-Well, we can only accept this storm, recognize its beauty and admit the art of consequences. Nothing is, we are nothing, but together, all together, we form the wonderful balance, which, without a doubt, makes us – added the Great Melquiades, while he stroked his white beard, and pointed his gaze towards a fixed point located at a distance, to let his abstract reasoning flow

-In other words, sir, will we do nothing? Will we just let this stampede of people erode our plans? – Venancio del Álamo highlighted, unable to hide his great concern

-We’ll let the stampede go. Let it run and run, for it is so, as harmony has dictated. I was the one who lit the flame; the flame itself, which gradually became a huge fire; For what is understandable, that now the firefighters come, or rather; those “factors” that suffered the most from such an effect – declared the Great Melquiades without losing his confidence to speak. He paused for a moment and then continued – Nevertheless, my dear Venantius, although the day is the child of brightness and the night shelters from the moon; Not for that, man has resigned himself to organizing his agenda accordingly; since making use of his cunning and his wonderful ingenuity, he himself has been finding a way to organize himself, without having to depend 100% on these interactions between light and dark; but at the same time, knowing how to respect them, as a constant unconditional that will not stop – said Gran Melquiades with great confidence and a certain energy of hope

-What does that mean, sir? – Venancio del Álamo asked confused

-It means that we will let everything flow, as it is now flowing; but also, we will do what we can do, to be able to continue living, to be able to remain strong, protected and stable, even despite the challenging conditions – highlighted the Great Melquiades, with great strength, conviction and temperance

-And how shall we do it, sir? What is his action plan? – Venancio del Álamo asked again with a bit of skepticism

-Come, follow me, we have to go to the bridges, the rivers and the roads – he added in Greater Melquiades – There, we will detonate a new “bomb”, which with some luck and opportune coincidence, will help calm the terrible “Tide”, which is already dragging us towards the most unusual of deaths – emphasized the Great Melquiades to conclude with his answer

Minutes later, the Great Melquiades and Venancio del Álamo, were already, on the banks of one of the most important rivers, the Mahur-Ker river. There, the great leader of the rejected “geniuses” placed his hands on some of the pebbles that outlined the stream; and immediately, he addressed himself, as if he were speaking with some Sublime Being who knows everything and much more:

-I give myself to you, to the heart of this beating segment.

I give myself to you, to accept my falls and mistakes.

I give myself to you, to tell you that now I understand,

the real reason for this beautiful game.

I give myself to you, so that I can play with you, and not against you.

I give myself to you, making use of each and every one of my faculties,

to be able to be happy, to be able to feel full;

and thus, secure my own center.

I give myself to you, to achieve all my wishes.

I give myself to you, and only to you,

yes n stop respecting the infinite movements.

From that slight connection between the Great Melquiades and his most natural Self (that clothed in glory and absolute reverence for the Here and Now), silence, with the greatest subtlety that can be expressed, simply touched them; and he did it, so that they would feel the true breath of life and incomprehensible eternity. It was such an impressive symphony of silence, muteness or stealth, that from one moment to another, a very strong rhythm began to be heard. Rhythm within that beautiful absence of sound; but also, rhythm in the singularity of the things that dressed the entire scenography;… so after being moved by the caresses of this strange spectacle, the Great Melquiades returned to his speech, to articulate what he understood of that feat:

-This is the UNIVERSE, everything, absolutely the entire UNIVERSE – I slowly emphasize the leader of the “rejected” geniuses.

-The UNIVERSE? – Venancio del Álamo asked very confused

-Yes, everything, absolutely the entire UNIVERSE; along with all the natural beauty of his movements. Over there (saying it while he pointed with his right hand, to one of the fruit trees that were on the other side of the river Mahur-Ker), we have our beloved solar system; he which is comprised of planets, a sun, moons, meteors and others. Over there (changing the direction of his hand to point to another side), we have other galaxies, other abysses, or other realities with their own individuality. And here, right here, where we are standing, it could well be something similar; home to billions of lives; which in turn, give space, sustenance and energy to many other beings of a smaller, considerably smaller size. And what are we doing? For simply, we are interrupting its balance, we are interrupting its harmony, just to see for our own joy. In other words, we are being the “Isidro Coronel” of these tiny individuals. However, not by doing so, either due to the enormous distraction, or the inexcusable egotism, do we become reverend demons to be defeated; since we, with everything and our “noise”, as well as our “destructive” tendency, are part of the abysmal cosmos; so even no matter what we do, we will always be part of the great universal “balance” – highlighted the Great Melquiades with full congruence, clarity and eloquence

-So sir, transferring this ideology to our very particular situation with Isidro Coronel; What will we do to protect ourselves from it, without putting at risk the “determined” balance that it generates for us? – Venancio del Álamo asked with an air of longing

-Observe Venancio what is at your feet, pay close attention to the ants, the tiny flora and everything that makes up its most immediate reality. Do you see that they continue to live, finding ways to adapt and create new paths, even despite the enormous chaos we cause them? Do you see how their inexhaustible survival instinct has pushed them to find other alternatives to follow their life, their mission and their courage; and that at the same time, they have not wasted their time or their energies, in eliminating the terrible monster (us) that, unfortunately, has abruptly attacked them ?; for that is what we will do, my dear Venancio, to be more like admirable nature, to be able to bear our greatest adversities; which, day by day, find us – added with the voice of a teacher the Great Melquiades

The occasion in peace, the very feat of total satisfaction, is and will always be, where our breath is; that is, anywhere. It is only necessary to open our eyes very well, sharpen our sensitivity, and simply accept; accept the natural movement of EVERYTHING, while still looking after your own. Without ceasing to watch over our own survival; here, in the deep infinity, which undoubtedly gives us and finds us.