tinghisreturn.Theseseemedsoreal,yetillusionarythatevenKingDimitricouldnotsayforcertaiherallthiswastrue.

    Hethought,“Ah!AtstIamhome.Ihaveretreatedfromthefar-away,mundaneworldtomyKingdomofDreams,butmyfleshbodyisstilltheresuffering.Iotpeethemysteryoffateandthefleshbody.Isitthefleshbodythatsubmitstofateandgoesforthtoitsdestination?Orisitfatethatfollowsthefleshbody,stepbysteptowardsitsgoal?Thestarsrotateontheirorbitarainsrunoracks.Whataboutmyfleshbodyandfate?Theirretionshipismuddledandirregur.Sometimesmyfleshbodyfollowsfate,whileinothersinstatakesthingsintoitsownhands,strivingandstrugglingtopullthingsontoarack.OhdearGod!Itisyouwhocreatedme.Ihavebutonegoal–tobeearovingtroubadour.Buthatwishhasbeenthwarted.AhdearGod!Siwasyouwhocreatedme,whydidyoupythistrithemomentofmyceptionandputthisblemishintoyourcreation,takingawaymysight,prohibitingmefromhavingthefulluseofallmysenses.Iamlikealootiveabahedesotewilderness,lefttothemercyoftherain,thewindandtheerosionoftime.Myfleshbodyisimprisonedinacell,passivelyandaimlesslyenduriuralprocessofaging,waitingfortimetobeexpendedandthendie.WhyshouldIrackmybraintoanalyzetheretionshipbetweenfateandmyfleshbody?Whicheveristheprindwhichthesedary,theultimatedestinationoflifeisdestru.WhenI,myfleshbodywillbesufferingintherealworld.ButnowthatIamasleep,IaminmyKingdomofDreams.IamtheKingofmyKingdom.WhynotenjoymyselfwhileI,insteadofmentingoverlostopportunitieswhenit’stoote,leavingoyregrets.Letmefillupthebnksofmylifewithmybeautifuldreams.Dreamsarereallythetinuationofreallife.Theborderliweewoarefuzzyandhardtodistinguish.Whydreamsaiesmergetogether,influendplementeachother,andputthemalltogetherintoabeautifundmysteriouspuzzleofmylife.”Thinkingso,Dimitri’sspiritssoared,sweepingawaythecobwebsoftroubledsorrohatsmilewasliketheringbreeze,blowingawaythehazy,straimospherethathoveredovertheba.

    Themoonlightshoherosesinfullbloomontherooftopgarden,projegtheirslightlyswayingformsontothebaable.Thecovertmovementofthesefragrantshadowsshowedthattimeerceptiblycreepingby.Ah!Thereisnotimelikethepresent!Makefulluseofthemoonlight,theflowers,andenjoylifetotheutmostinsteadofbewailinglostopportunitieswhenthemoonwanesandtheflowersfade.KingDimitrifeltsomeoaplightlyonhisshoulder.HeturnedandsawitwasthesimpleandnaiveDobletinhand,standingbehindhim,askingtimidly,“MayItoastyou,KingDimitri?”Ohatthelittlegirlheeetinoneofhisurbantravelshadnowgrownintoanattractiveyoungdy,thegoldeneveningdressmakingherseemmrownup,KingDimitrifeltapleasantsurprise.Heacceptedhergobletandsippedfromit.Theotherbeautiesweregratifiedandrelievedathisgeofmood.Theysatthere,withsmilesintheireyes,watgasthehappyKingDimitriacceptedDorna’stoast.Thentheygracefullystoodupoeranotherandtoastedhiverythinghadreturonormal,happyandharmoniousasitalheneverKingDimitrireturnedfromhiswanderings.Peafterpealofsilveryughterrangoutfromtherooftopgardebeautifundmelodiousmusiearth.

    Brightmoonlightshoheke,whosewideexpanseofwavelesswaterwassmoothasamirror.Eventhesurroundingmountaiobeinslumber,lyielyilenight.Allw

tinghisreturn.Theseseemedsoreal,yetillusionarythatevenKingDimitricouldnotsayforcertaiherallthiswastrue.

    Hethought,“Ah!AtstIamhome.Ihaveretreatedfromthefar-away,mundaneworldtomyKingdomofDreams,butmyfleshbodyisstilltheresuffering.Iotpeethemysteryoffateandthefleshbody.Isitthefleshbodythatsubmitstofateandgoesforthtoitsdestination?Orisitfatethatfollowsthefleshbody,stepbysteptowardsitsgoal?Thestarsrotateontheirorbitarainsrunoracks.Whataboutmyfleshbodyandfate?Theirretionshipismuddledandirregur.Sometimesmyfleshbodyfollowsfate,whileinothersinstatakesthingsintoitsownhands,strivingandstrugglingtopullthingsontoarack.OhdearGod!Itisyouwhocreatedme.Ihavebutonegoal–tobeearovingtroubadour.Buthatwishhasbeenthwarted.AhdearGod!Siwasyouwhocreatedme,whydidyoupythistrithemomentofmyceptionandputthisblemishintoyourcreation,takingawaymysight,prohibitingmefromhavingthefulluseofallmysenses.Iamlikealootiveabahedesotewilderness,lefttothemercyoftherain,thewindandtheerosionoftime.Myfleshbodyisimprisonedinacell,passivelyandaimlesslyenduriuralprocessofaging,waitingfortimetobeexpendedandthendie.WhyshouldIrackmybraintoanalyzetheretionshipbetweenfateandmyfleshbody?Whicheveristheprindwhichthesedary,theultimatedestinationoflifeisdestru.WhenI,myfleshbodywillbesufferingintherealworld.ButnowthatIamasleep,IaminmyKingdomofDreams.IamtheKingofmyKingdom.WhynotenjoymyselfwhileI,insteadofmentingoverlostopportunitieswhenit’stoote,leavingoyregrets.Letmefillupthebnksofmylifewithmybeautifuldreams.Dreamsarereallythetinuationofreallife.Theborderliweewoarefuzzyandhardtodistinguish.Whydreamsaiesmergetogether,influendplementeachother,andputthemalltogetherintoabeautifundmysteriouspuzzleofmylife.”Thinkingso,Dimitri’sspiritssoared,sweepingawaythecobwebsoftroubledsorrohatsmilewasliketheringbreeze,blowingawaythehazy,straimospherethathoveredovertheba.

    Themoonlightshoherosesinfullbloomontherooftopgarden,projegtheirslightlyswayingformsontothebaable.Thecovertmovementofthesefragrantshadowsshowedthattimeerceptiblycreepingby.Ah!Thereisnotimelikethepresent!Makefulluseofthemoonlight,theflowers,andenjoylifetotheutmostinsteadofbewailinglostopportunitieswhenthemoonwanesandtheflowersfade.KingDimitrifeltsomeoaplightlyonhisshoulder.HeturnedandsawitwasthesimpleandnaiveDobletinhand,standingbehindhim,askingtimidly,“MayItoastyou,KingDimitri?”Ohatthelittlegirlheeetinoneofhisurbantravelshadnowgrownintoanattractiveyoungdy,thegoldeneveningdressmakingherseemmrownup,KingDimitrifeltapleasantsurprise.Heacceptedhergobletandsippedfromit.Theotherbeautiesweregratifiedandrelievedathisgeofmood.Theysatthere,withsmilesintheireyes,watgasthehappyKingDimitriacceptedDorna’stoast.Thentheygracefullystoodupoeranotherandtoastedhiverythinghadreturonormal,happyandharmoniousasitalheneverKingDimitrireturnedfromhiswanderings.Peafterpealofsilveryughterrangoutfromtherooftopgardebeautifundmelodiousmusiearth.

    Brightmoonlightshoheke,whosewideexpanseofwavelesswaterwassmoothasamirror.Eventhesurroundingmountaiobeinslumber,lyielyilenight.Allw