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series: los;73
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| [los13] : My presence in the seventeenth level, with virgil, was as cold and stark as when I arrived, no matter how much time I spent with moirai. Indeed, the more time I spent with moirai, the more static and bleak the seventeenth level became. The contrast was complete, as lush emotionally as was the garden of moirai, so comparably cold and empty was the seventeenth level. virgil was appropriately emotionless, sitting in the seventeenth level, bearded and smoking, he seemed to be in a thinking trance each time I emerged. He focused on me suddenly when he saw that I was released from moirai and queried me as to what had occurred. 'So you are building a garden ...' he commented. 'Isn't that what moirai is?' I wondered, 'That's your moirai,' he said,'It's different for everyone, as I told you it's partly your own creation ...' : The freedom of moirai was intoxicating, the act of building this garden was so foreign and incongruous to any endeavor I had experienced, but it came so naturally ... It was a mental assembly, I wasn't digging the earth with my hands, but the sublimity was an emotional equivalent to excavating, planting and dirtying the landscape of my mind. The stasis in which I had resided when virgil found me was echoed by the barren seventeenth level, but it was obliterated in moirai with a rush of creative and hopeful feeling : In contrast to the intoxicating freedom of moirai was the oppressiveness of the seventeenth level, a place which was the doorway to moirai but utterly antithetical in spirit, at least seemingly so when I emerged from moirai and was once again present in the seventeenth level. moirai, tinted with the absence of time, engaged me completely physically and mentally, whereas the seventeenth level provided a vacuum for my presence that was all the more a void in comparison with moirai. moirai, whose memory to which I was so close while sitting distractedly and hyper aware in the concreteness and silence of the seventeenth level, was so distant in these moments of waiting |
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