Book3:WereMyDreamIs

esitatiohingwasquietandDimitrisaid,“OpenyoureyespleaseyourmajestyandMr.Fiheydidsoandwereshockedtofindthattheground,bothinsideandoutsidethegoldpaceevenbeyondpceswheretheeyescouldreach,werepiledwithpriceless,sparklingdiamondsofallcolorsandsizesthatdazzledtheeyes.Whatwasevenmoreamazing,somediamondswereforcedtohaltinmidairwhenDimitrigavehisandtostop,andhadnotimetofalltotheground,solookingalroundthemVioandMr.Fingersawthattheskieshighandlow,farandnearwerefullofexquisitediamondsofallshapes,colorsandsizes,twinklingintheair.Theywerestunnedandastouhesightwhichleftthemspeechlessanddumbfounded.

    “Youmaythinkthisisonlyanillusion,atrickoftheeye,orakindof”saidDimitriashepacedleisurelybeforethethrone.“Iwillnottrytoexpinbecausethisisadeepphilosophythatotbedescribedinafewwordsanddependsonone’suandingandenlighteoprehend.SufficeittosaythatIthinkyourmajestywilluandwhatImean.TheimageofthegoldpacethatIsanktothebottomofthekehasbeendeeplyimprintedinyourbrainandmemory,andyoureproduceitatwillsothatthebrilliant,glitteringpaceisagainbeforeoureyes.Ifyoudothis,why’tIgethemyriadsofstarsintheskiesintosparklingdiamondsandrainthemdownonthemundaneworldlikerainfalndhale?Itshouldraoyou.AsIjustsaid,thereisreallynomarkedboundarybetweentrueexistendphantomimpressions.Inotherwords,thisboundaryisbetweeentandeweenmaybeexistentandmaynot.Orperhapsitdoesatall.Ofcourseallthisisalluptoone’sownprehensionanduanding.Sayingso,Dimitriwavedattheskiesandthequail-sizeddiamohrownupwards,fellintohishands.Histwoloyalservants,Creat