mymovementsareinhibitedandmybodysuffersfromotherimpedimentscausedbymydisability.IntheendIstillotescapethefateofbeingdismemberedanddissected…Davidhopesthatafterheisdead,hecouldknowwhathisfateainywaslike.Thatofcourseisimpossible.Nomatterhowminutelyhisbodyiscutup,hewillnotbeabletoseehisdestiny.InmyomatterhowyoucutmeupyouotfindtheKingdomofDreamsi.InthismundaneworldImaybeapoor,disabled,pennilesshomelessbeggarbutinmyKingdomofDreamsIamaking,richasMidas.Ihavemagnifitpaumerousbeautiestoseetomyeverywantandtheloveofloyalsubjects.Everythingissoperfecthere.IfthereisaKingdomofDreamsi,shouldn’ttherebeoooinDavid’sheart?Ithinkthatintheheartofeverypoorandsufferingperson,thereshouldbeaKingdomofDreams.Whenthesufferingoftheirbodiestormentsthem,theyalwaysseekrefugethereandfindsodpeace.Thereunattaihingscouldbegottenandindignantfeelingscouldbesoothed.ButitseemsthatnoteveryonehasfoundtheirinnateKingdohedepthofmyheart,thereisthisstpieceofparadise.WhenIfirialsandtributionsofthemundaneworldtoomue,Ialwaysretreatthere.ThoughIamfeelinghungry,thirstyandtirednowandbeforemyeyesareonlyfuzzydarkhatmakesithardformetofindmyway,allthisisofnosequencebecausewhendarknessfallsbeautifuldreamswilletome,whichIcouldsavorandenjoytomyheart’stent.”Dimitrismiled.Thesettingsunsuddenlyburstforthwithitsremainingenergydazzlingasgoldandfmingasfireandcoloredtheskieswithitsbrilliantrays.

    Thefigureofatalndstalwartmanrushingswiftlyaheadfshedbyuheluminousmoonlight.Ah,itwasthatmaivitywhosomuchresembledthesungodApollo!Hewascarryingawomanunderhisarms,nootherthaleImaginationwhowasbeautifusaflower.Thetwoofthem,afraidofbeingcaughtbyJehovah,hadbeenrunningfortheirliveseversinceesgtheGardenofEden.Atfirsttheyranhandinhand,butthedelicateImaginationwasmuchslowerthanherpartner,soCreativityswoopedherupandcarriedherunderhisarmstoihespeedoftheirget-away.Theyhadbeendashingmindlesslyalongfrtillnightfortheykhowlongorhowfar,untilthemooheydidnotknowwhetheritwasthedarkhathelpedthemorwhetheritwasthatJehovahhademptedtocapturethem;buttheyseemedtohavegottenawaythistime.ImaginationspokeupfromunderCreativity’sarms,

    “Stop.Stop.Letmedown.Youaresuffogme!”Creativitystoppedaherdown.Imaginationstoodtheretryingtogetherbreathandusedherfiobhertangledhairmessedupbythewind,saying,

    “Jehovahdidnoteafterus.Heletusoffthehookoncemore.Tobetruthful,heisreallykindanddidnothavethehearttopunishusorwewouldneverhavebeeogetaway.”Creativitynoddedinagreement.ImaginationlookedupatCreativityandsawthathewascalmandcollectedasusual.Shewalkeduptohimandsnuggledinhisarms.Usingherslenderhandstocaresshisbroadchestshetinued,“Ah,hyouare!Youhavebeencarryingmeunderyourarmsfrtillnightwhichdoubledtheweight,butyouarenotevenpanting.Youarestrohamajestioblesteed!”Creativitysmiledinsatisfasaying,

    “IjustthepeteintheOlympicmarathohathumansholdeveryfouryears.OtherwiseIamsureIcouldeasilywinthechampionshipandmyrecordwouldneverbesurpassed!”Imaginationwalkedawayfromhimandlookedalroundsaying,

    “Whereisthispce?Itlookssofamiliar!ThekeisneandmajesticasStarMoohe

mymovementsareinhibitedandmybodysuffersfromotherimpedimentscausedbymydisability.IntheendIstillotescapethefateofbeingdismemberedanddissected…Davidhopesthatafterheisdead,hecouldknowwhathisfateainywaslike.Thatofcourseisimpossible.Nomatterhowminutelyhisbodyiscutup,hewillnotbeabletoseehisdestiny.InmyomatterhowyoucutmeupyouotfindtheKingdomofDreamsi.InthismundaneworldImaybeapoor,disabled,pennilesshomelessbeggarbutinmyKingdomofDreamsIamaking,richasMidas.Ihavemagnifitpaumerousbeautiestoseetomyeverywantandtheloveofloyalsubjects.Everythingissoperfecthere.IfthereisaKingdomofDreamsi,shouldn’ttherebeoooinDavid’sheart?Ithinkthatintheheartofeverypoorandsufferingperson,thereshouldbeaKingdomofDreams.Whenthesufferingoftheirbodiestormentsthem,theyalwaysseekrefugethereandfindsodpeace.Thereunattaihingscouldbegottenandindignantfeelingscouldbesoothed.ButitseemsthatnoteveryonehasfoundtheirinnateKingdohedepthofmyheart,thereisthisstpieceofparadise.WhenIfirialsandtributionsofthemundaneworldtoomue,Ialwaysretreatthere.ThoughIamfeelinghungry,thirstyandtirednowandbeforemyeyesareonlyfuzzydarkhatmakesithardformetofindmyway,allthisisofnosequencebecausewhendarknessfallsbeautifuldreamswilletome,whichIcouldsavorandenjoytomyheart’stent.”Dimitrismiled.Thesettingsunsuddenlyburstforthwithitsremainingenergydazzlingasgoldandfmingasfireandcoloredtheskieswithitsbrilliantrays.

    Thefigureofatalndstalwartmanrushingswiftlyaheadfshedbyuheluminousmoonlight.Ah,itwasthatmaivitywhosomuchresembledthesungodApollo!Hewascarryingawomanunderhisarms,nootherthaleImaginationwhowasbeautifusaflower.Thetwoofthem,afraidofbeingcaughtbyJehovah,hadbeenrunningfortheirliveseversinceesgtheGardenofEden.Atfirsttheyranhandinhand,butthedelicateImaginationwasmuchslowerthanherpartner,soCreativityswoopedherupandcarriedherunderhisarmstoihespeedoftheirget-away.Theyhadbeendashingmindlesslyalongfrtillnightfortheykhowlongorhowfar,untilthemooheydidnotknowwhetheritwasthedarkhathelpedthemorwhetheritwasthatJehovahhademptedtocapturethem;buttheyseemedtohavegottenawaythistime.ImaginationspokeupfromunderCreativity’sarms,

    “Stop.Stop.Letmedown.Youaresuffogme!”Creativitystoppedaherdown.Imaginationstoodtheretryingtogetherbreathandusedherfiobhertangledhairmessedupbythewind,saying,

    “Jehovahdidnoteafterus.Heletusoffthehookoncemore.Tobetruthful,heisreallykindanddidnothavethehearttopunishusorwewouldneverhavebeeogetaway.”Creativitynoddedinagreement.ImaginationlookedupatCreativityandsawthathewascalmandcollectedasusual.Shewalkeduptohimandsnuggledinhisarms.Usingherslenderhandstocaresshisbroadchestshetinued,“Ah,hyouare!Youhavebeencarryingmeunderyourarmsfrtillnightwhichdoubledtheweight,butyouarenotevenpanting.Youarestrohamajestioblesteed!”Creativitysmiledinsatisfasaying,

    “IjustthepeteintheOlympicmarathohathumansholdeveryfouryears.OtherwiseIamsureIcouldeasilywinthechampionshipandmyrecordwouldneverbesurpassed!”Imaginationwalkedawayfromhimandlookedalroundsaying,

    “Whereisthispce?Itlookssofamiliar!ThekeisneandmajesticasStarMoohe