The Book Of Night - Twelve

(X) Eurydice I see things I never saw on earth. I see circles wheeling inside larger circles, moving slowly upward into an arc of purest light. I see squares multiplying and piling on top of each other, forming columns that surprise me when they slowly lift and vanish into another angle of space. And triangles, formerly locked together, separate and float into other dimensions... My eyes are dazzled, my mind is opened, the Truth of the Cosmos fulfills my being. But other times I see a wide plain, almost invisibly white, stretch across the horizon of my sight. Small hills colored pink rise inside this gentle landscape. It is pure and lovely and perfect to my eyes. Nothing on earth prepared me for this Over-Much of Beauty. Has it not been my home since forever? Still I dimly recall Hermes guiding me to this place and hovering nearby as I awoke fully to its glory. Oh, Hermes, kindest of gods. your luminous presence is always welcome in this place where solitude is never loneliness. Others like me, spiritual creatures who carry no weight in their hearts, pass by me and in a double trance we acknowledge each other, but nothing further is required. What was my life before this perfection? I dimly recall a passionate man, his vexed life caused sufferings to accumulate.I only hope Hermes gives him a charming niche in the Night World. It is enough....