Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 44
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 44
"I believe that all we are is ash, that as soon as we close our eyes we are once again one with nothingness. I believe that life is really as flat and empty as we experience it with our eyes and thus that all those who think there is more only do so because they do not have the strength to accept that this is it. That we are merely a random collection of molecules that serves no purpose."
He can make do with that, this is an extremely strong essay, although that jellyfish will probably not be happy with it. I walk forward to hand it in, I am the first.
"Already done boy," Van Hoof asks.
"Yes, certainly, and it is more than good enough, although you will probably have criticism again, old man."
Why do I have such a love-hate relationship with Van Hoof? Somehow he is the only one who sees me for what I am, but the mofo always has criticism, no matter how good my work is.
"Now Mister Hikdebrandt, criticism makes us stronger without it you would be even less than you already are."
Our play with words, it had been going on for two years and we could take a lot from each other. But he always knew how to touch me, and honestly, he is the only one here at this damn shitty school.
I take a deep breath a few more months, a few more months I repeat a few times. If I pass my exams a few more months and then get out of here, finally. Finally do something that is useful, study Journalism in Tilburg, I can't wait.
"Go ahead Mister Hildebrandt you will just distract the rest I know you and no you will not be expelled it is a gift from me to you."
"Thank you, freedom is indeed the greatest gift you can give me at this school," I say softly as I walk past his table out of the classroom.
"I know that all too well, Mr. Hildebrandt," I hear just before I softly close the door of the classroom.
He said, Mr. to me, flashes through my mind, and I have to laugh.
That Van Hoof keeps it fun, but other than that I have no idea what I'm doing here. I always had the idea that I was destined to do something big. But I let go of the idea of โโbecoming a lawyer, a small scene in the movie "Mama is boos" is what I can call my movie career, and once on the cover of Elsevier does not make me a photo model.
The only thing I think I've had more than one success with is my writing and that's why I'm becoming a journalist, then I'll hopefully learn to write better.
It was already my last hour anyway so a good time to go home. I grab my bike, cross the schoolyard, and wait patiently at the traffic light. I never do that, but today I'm in no hurry, it's a beautiful spring day so I have plenty of time.
When the light turns green I cross, to my left I hear brakes screeching when I turn my head it's already over I can't go anywhere in a split second I realize that this is it.
A stone plateau, I turn and look at an immense fire behind which a group of people are standing in silence watching the departing smoke. None of them look like anyone I know, their hair, clothes, really completely out of date.
They look like Asians, but without cameras, phones, and crazy hats... well, that and then in medieval country bumpkin clothes with holes.
Then my eye falls on a young woman, a boy at her side who is a bit too old to be her son.
And next to the young man a man who could be both the father and the husband.
It is very clear that they are central here because as if fast-forwarding the fire goes out and only these three remain.
Then they leave and I follow, I slowly begin to become aware of the fact that everything is speeding up. The three are immersed in mourning, although their, what are those, auras?
Their bodies radiate more strongly than I have ever seen,
From my perspective, days fly by in a few seconds, and then suddenly the images slow down. The woman walks out of the village that I know by now and descends a long stone staircase.
It is clear that no one can see me, because I cannot imagine that these simple souls ignore my presence for days. But as we descend the stairs I see her look back twice as if she senses that I am walking behind her.
When we arrive at the bottom I can't help but think that this is a damn beautiful place here, some small meadows with animals, tall reeds, and behind that what must be a river or something. When I look up there in the distance is a volcano.
The young woman walks on, and I can take her in now that everything is going less fast for the first time.
Slender shoulders, somewhat broad hips, and long black hair that tries to hide a beautiful neck. I have always felt something for half-bloods but this is also very attractive I must admit.
Then she is gone, it only now occurs to me that I hear sounds again. In the accelerated version, everything was deathly quiet. Which is a blessing in disguise because I hear something in the water and quickly find the beautiful young woman again.
Near the water and hidden between the reeds, I watch her as she meditates.
How annoying it is that time does not pass now because I have to stand here for I don't know how long. I see the sun sink behind the mountains, only when twilight is complete does the woman leave the flat stone at the edge of the river.
From her posture and her hanging shoulders I can see that she is not the same woman as the one I followed this morning, she seems broken.
When she closes the door I hear her speak indistinctly with tears in her voice and then I hear, "I can't reach him."
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