eadandDimitriwasimmediatelyhitangofhunger.Hesuddenlysawthelightandmuttered,

    “Yes,itisreallyverysimple.Smelloffoodmakesyoufeelhungry.Noneedficordialectituitionisallthatisnecessary.Dimitri’sbrainswhirled.Heseemedtobefasatedbythisplicatedmindgame.Hetinuedinhistrainofthoughts.

    “MyKingdomofDreamswasbuiltbytheborofmybraincells.Butbraincellsareanicmaterialthingofthebrain.Theyarenotme.WhodesignedandbuiltthisbeautifulKingdomofDreams?Itisapairofinvisiblehands.Justastherealworld,whichismadeupofmaterialthings,isbuiltbythosehand,sotooismyKingdomofDreamsbuiltbythesamepairofhands.TherealmaterialworldandmyKingdomofDreamsbothreallyexist.Youalsosayherofthemexistsbecauseonedaymaterialthingswillperishjustasthefleshbodywillonedaydie.”

    DimitriseemedtoseeagainStephanieiminute.Shewasstaringatthecloudlessblueskywithasweetandhappysmile.Ihofherheart,alotofcealed,almostindisiblethoughtsseemedsuddenlytoetolife,likethesmallestmoleculesoflightdanghappyandlivelyinthefluctuatinglight.ButStephaniewasonlyaby-stander,silentlywatgthemovementsofherthought.Shewasonlyaby-stander,asifthesethoughthadnothingtodowithher,forhehearthadlongbeehthewideexpanseofblueskies.Theblueskiesdonotmindtheingsandgoingsofdarkclouds.Dimitrisuddenlysaidexcitedly,

    “Stephaniesolvedtheproblem!Itoowillsolveit!Iamsureouranswerswillbethesamebecausethereisonlyoh!Thingsarereallyquitesimple.Whenthenosesmellsthearomaoffreshly-bakedbread,thestomachfeelshuisallprettystraightforwardanddirect,withnoneedfiddialectituitionisenough.Itispinandsimple.”Dimitriughedathimselfandmuttered,

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    “Iamhungryandmybrainisstillpyingtheseplicatedgames.What’sthepoint?Ihadbettergoandfindsomethi.Fillingmystomachistheimportantthingtodo.”Butthehought,

    “What’swrongwithpyingthesemindgames?Theywhileawaytheabundantleisuretimewhidsheavyonmyhands.”

    Colorfulfallenleavespavedthegroundandthenrustlingofdryleavesblownaboutbythewindfilledtheair.Inthemidstofthis,ahoarseoldvoicecouldbeheardsayingexasperatedly,

    “JustwhenImaosweepthemallintoapile,thewindesandscattersthemalloverthepceagain!IfIstillhadmymagicflyingbroom,Icouldhavesweptthemallupirokesandputtheminabag.IknowitmustbenaughtygirlDornawhotookmybroomawayandhidit.NowIampletelystudotgowhereIwanttoanymore.YoujustwaittillIgetmyhandsonthatgirl!She’llhaveiting.....”HearingthefamiliarvoidthementionofDornaandamagicflyingbroom,Dimitrikoncewhoitwasandhecalledout,

    “HiAmalia!Isthatyou?”AmalialookedaroundandsawDimitri.

    “HiDimitri!Whatareyoudoinguheeaves?Haveyoubeenweavingdreamsagain?”Dimitrismiledsheepishlyanddidnotdirectlyanswerherquestion.Heaskedagain

    “Whatareyoudoing?Sweepingdryleaves?Doyoustartthedaythisearly?”

    “Icertainlydo!Thepoorleavesareshiveringwithcoldinthechillywind.TheylookedsopitifulIthoughtIwouldsweepthemupandputtheminabagforthewinterwheretheywouldbewar’sreallysad.”Amelia’swordsremindedDimitriofhisdreamandofStephanie’sprophesy-hisKingdomwouldsooncolpseamakeappropriatearrasforthefutureofhis24beauties.

    “Whatadauntingtask!”hethough

eadandDimitriwasimmediatelyhitangofhunger.Hesuddenlysawthelightandmuttered,

    “Yes,itisreallyverysimple.Smelloffoodmakesyoufeelhungry.Noneedficordialectituitionisallthatisnecessary.Dimitri’sbrainswhirled.Heseemedtobefasatedbythisplicatedmindgame.Hetinuedinhistrainofthoughts.

    “MyKingdomofDreamswasbuiltbytheborofmybraincells.Butbraincellsareanicmaterialthingofthebrain.Theyarenotme.WhodesignedandbuiltthisbeautifulKingdomofDreams?Itisapairofinvisiblehands.Justastherealworld,whichismadeupofmaterialthings,isbuiltbythosehand,sotooismyKingdomofDreamsbuiltbythesamepairofhands.TherealmaterialworldandmyKingdomofDreamsbothreallyexist.Youalsosayherofthemexistsbecauseonedaymaterialthingswillperishjustasthefleshbodywillonedaydie.”

    DimitriseemedtoseeagainStephanieiminute.Shewasstaringatthecloudlessblueskywithasweetandhappysmile.Ihofherheart,alotofcealed,almostindisiblethoughtsseemedsuddenlytoetolife,likethesmallestmoleculesoflightdanghappyandlivelyinthefluctuatinglight.ButStephaniewasonlyaby-stander,silentlywatgthemovementsofherthought.Shewasonlyaby-stander,asifthesethoughthadnothingtodowithher,forhehearthadlongbeehthewideexpanseofblueskies.Theblueskiesdonotmindtheingsandgoingsofdarkclouds.Dimitrisuddenlysaidexcitedly,

    “Stephaniesolvedtheproblem!Itoowillsolveit!Iamsureouranswerswillbethesamebecausethereisonlyoh!Thingsarereallyquitesimple.Whenthenosesmellsthearomaoffreshly-bakedbread,thestomachfeelshuisallprettystraightforwardanddirect,withnoneedfiddialectituitionisenough.Itispinandsimple.”Dimitriughedathimselfandmuttered,

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    “Iamhungryandmybrainisstillpyingtheseplicatedgames.What’sthepoint?Ihadbettergoandfindsomethi.Fillingmystomachistheimportantthingtodo.”Butthehought,

    “What’swrongwithpyingthesemindgames?Theywhileawaytheabundantleisuretimewhidsheavyonmyhands.”

    Colorfulfallenleavespavedthegroundandthenrustlingofdryleavesblownaboutbythewindfilledtheair.Inthemidstofthis,ahoarseoldvoicecouldbeheardsayingexasperatedly,

    “JustwhenImaosweepthemallintoapile,thewindesandscattersthemalloverthepceagain!IfIstillhadmymagicflyingbroom,Icouldhavesweptthemallupirokesandputtheminabag.IknowitmustbenaughtygirlDornawhotookmybroomawayandhidit.NowIampletelystudotgowhereIwanttoanymore.YoujustwaittillIgetmyhandsonthatgirl!She’llhaveiting.....”HearingthefamiliarvoidthementionofDornaandamagicflyingbroom,Dimitrikoncewhoitwasandhecalledout,

    “HiAmalia!Isthatyou?”AmalialookedaroundandsawDimitri.

    “HiDimitri!Whatareyoudoinguheeaves?Haveyoubeenweavingdreamsagain?”Dimitrismiledsheepishlyanddidnotdirectlyanswerherquestion.Heaskedagain

    “Whatareyoudoing?Sweepingdryleaves?Doyoustartthedaythisearly?”

    “Icertainlydo!Thepoorleavesareshiveringwithcoldinthechillywind.TheylookedsopitifulIthoughtIwouldsweepthemupandputtheminabagforthewinterwheretheywouldbewar’sreallysad.”Amelia’swordsremindedDimitriofhisdreamandofStephanie’sprophesy-hisKingdomwouldsooncolpseamakeappropriatearrasforthefutureofhis24beauties.

    “Whatadauntingtask!”hethough