Thetastewasstrongbutfragrantandhecouldfeelthewinegodowninahotliraighttohisstomach,makingitfeelwarmandcozyasspring.KingDimitriagainlosthimselfinreverie.

    KingDimitrisippedhiswineandwasagainlostinreverie.Hethought,

    “penedhereisreallyunbelievable.ThisisreallyamagicaldimensionandmykingdomofDreamsjusthappeobesituatedhere.Whosaypensindreamsisnotreal?Atthetimeithappens,dreamsareabsolutelyreal.Whosaythismagicaldimensioexistiexpansionoftheuniverse?Takethiscrystalgobletinmyhandforexample,andthishundred-year-oldredwi.WhenIdrinkit,itgivesmeawarm,cozyfeeling.Whosayitishisluxuriouspace,thismagnifitpadallmyloyalsubjects,don’ttheyreallyexist?Thetwenty-fourbeautiesinthepacearepartofmybraincells.ecialfatesawaittheminmybraihinghereistheproduyimaginationaivity.Yes,theyareallreal,theseproduyimaginationaivity.Whatisimagination?Whatiscreativity?Theyaremytwoloyalservants,wdiligentlyformetwenty-fourhoursofthedaywithoutfoodorrest.Theyaretwoworkaholics.ThenwhatamI?Iamonlyacarefreebystander,notreallydoinganything.IamlikeKingDimitrisittingleisurelyonhisthronedoingnothinginparticur.Whatarethespedinvisibleboweehesetwenty-fourbeauties?Ihaveneverseentheminmylifebefore,buttheyarelikepersonaldossiersthatsuddenlyjumpoutfromalong-sealeddatasterooheirbeautifulfacesarenatural,buttheirdifferentpersonalitiesaretheworkoftheservantcalledimagination.Thatservantcalledcreativitymadeuptheirstories.Thusthetwenty-fourbeautiescametoliveinmyKingdomofDreams.Iambutacarefreebystander,notdoinganything.Mytwoloyandhardwservantsvoluntarilyandunditionallyprepareformeeverythingthatisbeautifundbountiful.Butbehindthisbeautyandbountylurksdangerouscrisisanderoublewaitingformetoface.Iamreallyaskingforvexations.No,actuallynot,becauseallcrisisandtroublearesurmountable,transformableanddissolvablebecauseIhavetwoloyalservantsimaginationaivity.Thetwoofthemwtogetherbeewisdom.Iambutacarefreebystander,notreallyhavingtodoanything,likeaking.”

    QueenAishasmiledandlookedatthebeautifulmagisbeforeher.Oh,theyarenotreallymagisbutratherpractitionersofthesasstyinterge,atheorythathumancivilizatioofullyapproach.ButhereinthismagicaldimensionoftheKingdomofDreams,ithadbeenmasteredandpracticed.Whenanimagefshedinthemind,aywouldappear.Themoredetailedtheimage,themoresatisfactorytheentitywouldbe.

    Afewdaysago,Samanthapassesanupscaleshoestoreandlikedapairofcrocodileskinwalkingshoes,elegantandtasteful,suitedtoherpositionasvice-presidentofWorldBank.Becauseshewasinahurry,shedidnotwalkintothestoretobuyit.Theimageoftheshoeswasveryclearinhermind.Samanthastoodupandwalkedafewsteps.Theyfitherexactlyandwereveryfortable,butlookingatthemnow,shethoughttheywerenotpatiblewiththeformalcourtdressshewaswearing.Justlikethat,theshoesdisappearedpletelyandshewasagainwearingthesameformalexquisitehigh-heelstheotherbeautieswerewearing.

    ellewasionreadingaveryoldbook,withpagesmadeofsheepskin.Itwasoheearliesteditionoftheinalbible,unabridgedandunged.Ithadlongdisappearedfromthefaceoftheearth,butellewishedveryhardtoreaditandtheinvaluablebook

Thetastewasstrongbutfragrantandhecouldfeelthewinegodowninahotliraighttohisstomach,makingitfeelwarmandcozyasspring.KingDimitriagainlosthimselfinreverie.

    KingDimitrisippedhiswineandwasagainlostinreverie.Hethought,

    “penedhereisreallyunbelievable.ThisisreallyamagicaldimensionandmykingdomofDreamsjusthappeobesituatedhere.Whosaypensindreamsisnotreal?Atthetimeithappens,dreamsareabsolutelyreal.Whosaythismagicaldimensioexistiexpansionoftheuniverse?Takethiscrystalgobletinmyhandforexample,andthishundred-year-oldredwi.WhenIdrinkit,itgivesmeawarm,cozyfeeling.Whosayitishisluxuriouspace,thismagnifitpadallmyloyalsubjects,don’ttheyreallyexist?Thetwenty-fourbeautiesinthepacearepartofmybraincells.ecialfatesawaittheminmybraihinghereistheproduyimaginationaivity.Yes,theyareallreal,theseproduyimaginationaivity.Whatisimagination?Whatiscreativity?Theyaremytwoloyalservants,wdiligentlyformetwenty-fourhoursofthedaywithoutfoodorrest.Theyaretwoworkaholics.ThenwhatamI?Iamonlyacarefreebystander,notreallydoinganything.IamlikeKingDimitrisittingleisurelyonhisthronedoingnothinginparticur.Whatarethespedinvisibleboweehesetwenty-fourbeauties?Ihaveneverseentheminmylifebefore,buttheyarelikepersonaldossiersthatsuddenlyjumpoutfromalong-sealeddatasterooheirbeautifulfacesarenatural,buttheirdifferentpersonalitiesaretheworkoftheservantcalledimagination.Thatservantcalledcreativitymadeuptheirstories.Thusthetwenty-fourbeautiescametoliveinmyKingdomofDreams.Iambutacarefreebystander,notdoinganything.Mytwoloyandhardwservantsvoluntarilyandunditionallyprepareformeeverythingthatisbeautifundbountiful.Butbehindthisbeautyandbountylurksdangerouscrisisanderoublewaitingformetoface.Iamreallyaskingforvexations.No,actuallynot,becauseallcrisisandtroublearesurmountable,transformableanddissolvablebecauseIhavetwoloyalservantsimaginationaivity.Thetwoofthemwtogetherbeewisdom.Iambutacarefreebystander,notreallyhavingtodoanything,likeaking.”

    QueenAishasmiledandlookedatthebeautifulmagisbeforeher.Oh,theyarenotreallymagisbutratherpractitionersofthesasstyinterge,atheorythathumancivilizatioofullyapproach.ButhereinthismagicaldimensionoftheKingdomofDreams,ithadbeenmasteredandpracticed.Whenanimagefshedinthemind,aywouldappear.Themoredetailedtheimage,themoresatisfactorytheentitywouldbe.

    Afewdaysago,Samanthapassesanupscaleshoestoreandlikedapairofcrocodileskinwalkingshoes,elegantandtasteful,suitedtoherpositionasvice-presidentofWorldBank.Becauseshewasinahurry,shedidnotwalkintothestoretobuyit.Theimageoftheshoeswasveryclearinhermind.Samanthastoodupandwalkedafewsteps.Theyfitherexactlyandwereveryfortable,butlookingatthemnow,shethoughttheywerenotpatiblewiththeformalcourtdressshewaswearing.Justlikethat,theshoesdisappearedpletelyandshewasagainwearingthesameformalexquisitehigh-heelstheotherbeautieswerewearing.

    ellewasionreadingaveryoldbook,withpagesmadeofsheepskin.Itwasoheearliesteditionoftheinalbible,unabridgedandunged.Ithadlongdisappearedfromthefaceoftheearth,butellewishedveryhardtoreaditandtheinvaluablebook