Book3:WereMyDreamIs
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timmersingoneselfinthespiritualillusihtaboutbythesekindsofwhitepowderisnoinspiratireatliteraryepicsorstificdiscoveries.Orary,itcreatesroadblocksthatcausehumancivilizatiress.Fromthisweseethathumanbeingsarenotalogicalbreed…Whatdoyouthink?”Creativitywhopickedupanintricatelymadegunandyingwithit,noddedhisheadsaying, 20 “Yht.SometimesIthinkthatifhumansweremadetotheimageandlikenessofGod,thenGodmaynotreallyuandtheinnerwsofthehumanmindortheirbehaviorandmotives.Ifmaniscleverenoughtocreatethebrilliantcivilizationthateventheircreatoradmires,whythendotheyatthesametimeisustrumentsthatcoulddestroytheirdazzlingcivilization?Sotheclusionmustbe,asyousaid,thathumanbeingsarenotveryrationanimals,butareastrangebinationofsemi-rationandsemi-mad.” ThegenialpoliwipedhisfadsaidtoDimitri,“Youknow,inthisworldtherearesomeadultswhosemindneverfullymatured.Theyareverychildishinmanyways.Iftheadultsintheworldwerealllikethatandhadgunsintheirhandswhichtheythinkofastoys,agiamadworldthatwouldbe?Satheringupthesegunsbeforetheworldbeesquitemadaroythemall”.Dimitriughedandpattedthepoliontheshouldersaying,“That’sexactlywhatIwasthinking,bro.Guayoflifewhichweotlivewithoutandshouldbeusedonlyforselfdefeherewerenobadelementsinsociety,whydoweneedgunsatall?Yes,wereallydoogatherthemalltogetheraroythem…” Dimitrirevertedbacktohisnormal,incurableoptimisticoutlook,withachildlikeéandsaid,“AhMr.Poli,it’sbeensoiingtalkingtoyouthatIhavefottenwhatIsetouttodo.IocrossovertotheothersideoftheBay.CouldyoutellmeifthereisaBARTstationaroundhere?” “Ohyes.Thereisoafewblocksaway…”repliedthepoli.ThennotigthatDimitrihadawhiteeinhishandheimmediatelyofferedhisservicessaying,“Oh,youaredisabledsir.WouldyoulikemetohelpyoutotheBARTstation?” “Ohno.Nothankyou”saidDimitri.“Youarebusy.Ifindmyownwaytherealright.”Hesaidgoodbyeandtogetherwithhistwoloyalservants,Imaginationaivity,wentonhiswaytotheBARTstation.Theimageofthebrightredflowerswayinginthebreezekeptpoppingupinhismind.Ifthatsingleflowerwasabletogeandquerthegarbagepile,thenperhapstwistingthemagicalswitpeople’sbraincouldcurethatpoisonousandmalignanthumansociety? Walkingdowntheflightofstairs,DimitricametotheBARTstationandsawseveralpeoplelininguptobuyticketsfromtheticketvendor.Hesuddenlyrememberedthathehadnomoallonhim,sohowwashetopurchaseaticket?Turningtohistwoloyalservants,hesaid, “IhavebeeutetoolongtorememberIneedcash.Doyouguyshaveanymoneyonyoutobuymeaticket?”Creativityshruggedandreplied, “Howcouldwehaveanymoneyonus?Wehideintheairanddon’tevenwearclothes.” “Whatwedo?”saidDimitriinaquandaryandpacedaroundnotknowingwhattodo. “Don’tworry,KingDimitri”saidCreativity.“Thisisnobigdeal,I’llthinkofsomething.”Justthenayoungmanwearingrimlessgsseswalkedover.Hewaswelldressedandlookedlikeawhite-colrworkerfromsomebank.Creativityreachedintotheyoungman’spocketforhiswallet,opeandtookoutaBARTticket,whichhequicklyhaoDimitri.DimitriswipeditororyslotandsuccessfullygotintothestatiohenhaheusedtickettoCreativity,whorepceditinthewalletandslippedi