Thoughts & QuotesPosted by Stevan Mon, May 30, 2016 00:56:21
She often looked at the lives of others as at the show she
didn’t want to play. It was a storyline, distorted and fake, with predictable
beginning, plot, and end, confining their characters to the suffocation of the
heavy book covers, without any chance of ever feeling free and their own. She
always wanted to have a complete life with a sense of purpose, but the one she
lived so far, made her feel repulsive and detached. Rejecting uniformity and
compromise, she was watching this, for her, strange phenomenon, of people
molding each other in the forms suitable for their togetherness. It was the
worst kind of degradation and manipulation of one’s soul – she thought -
twisted picture of warmth and unity, uncertain experiment in happiness. So, she
didn’t want any part of this so typical and calculable life experience. It was
just a spectacle, so distant and unattainable. She didn’t know if she would
ever be ready for it.
Defiant to the demands of life, she kept running away from
her true needs. To her, they were just mindless and frantic echoes of anxiety
and adversity. And she denied and rejected them like monstrous apparitions,
jolting the image of herself. They were the major cause of the uninvited
lethargy. To discard them meant to awaken the spark of desire for change.
Constant change. It was the only thing that made her feel herself.
Suddenly, all this noise in her head stopped and she began
to enjoy in the silence. After so long and relentless mind quest she had found
peace in being with herself. She sat quietly and felt that bitterness and anger
were leaving her. Nevertheless, some unclear energy, irrational hallucinations
and dreams were accompanying her even when she was completely calm. She already
felt an intimacy with them and seemed to be seeking the comfort of mind in
these dream creations. With them she was never alone, and they were almost
always faithfully serving her desires and kept her on the course she was
comfortable with. They were sending an unquestionable message to everyone –
this was her own world.
Or at least, it was like that until now.
And then, an unexpected multitude of thoughts from him
spilled over to her. Who was he? What gives him the right to disturb her
dreams? His thoughts were like army of invincible outlaws and the enemies of
her common sense. Armed with deception and cunning, artists of fraud and
undisputed rulers of manipulation, reinforced with the desire to enter her
dreams, and place him there as the only solution for her destiny. How did he
ever managed to get so far? He knew all her tricks. He was almost like the
mirror image or the male version of herself. Yet, she wasn’t ready to accept
him as her counterpart. Her world of dreams was just that – dreams. And he
wanted to pull them out and materialize them in time and space. What nerve!
What lunacy! He was either a bigger dreamer than herself or a reckless player
in the game of life. He made her feel happy and complete, but the idea to
achieve that in reality was too scary and a dangerous thought. She already felt
the loss of herself, the collapse of the power of her imagination. She was
being suffocated by her own love for this uncommon man.
Even if this conversion of dreams into reality was possible,
her everyday life was far too common to fit such glorious dreams – she thought.
One or the other would collapse. And in some ways, she even liked her life. Of
course, it was nothing like her dreams, but it made her feel secure and in
control. She never cut the cord with her childhood and that connection with her
roots were a big share of the feeling of being the part of the whole circle of
existence. She didn’t want to lose that connection. Not for anything.
And he knew all of that. Yet he was determined in his
ambition. Of course, he was aware of all obstacles they were facing. But he
believed in her dream. After all, it was his dream too. She kept him in there
all her life. She allowed him to find her. And he loved her for it. He loved
her eternally. But he thought that the world we live in would never get this
far without dreams. It was made of dreams. Even the Good News came first in a
dream to Santa Maria.
Their good news will come true as well… In twenty six days…
in Santa Maria. He knew that.
Thoughts & QuotesPosted by Stevan Mon, May 30, 2016 00:46:40
That Friday evening
As the lights turned on
She walked out
And left on the pavement
Like music notes
From moonlight sonata
Since then I carry on my lips
A kiss as glorious as Milky Way
And I am looking for a word
That will describe her magic
I was born that evening
On the Faro train station
An orphan with no past
Deceived by the future
Accused by my own words
Cursed to love
Enchanted goddess of longing
Naquela sexta-feira à noite
À medida que as luzes se acendiam
E deixou no passeio
As suas pegadas
Como notas de música
De uma sonata ao luar
Desde então, carrego nos meus lábios
Um beijo tão glorioso como a Via Láctea
E procuro a palavra
Que descreva a sua magia
Eu nasci naquela noite
Na estação de comboios de Faro
Um orfão sem passado
Enganado pelo futuro
Acusado pelas minhas próprias palavras
Amaldiçoado para amar
Deusa encantada de saudade
Thoughts & QuotesPosted by Stevan Mon, May 30, 2016 00:42:08
O unicórnio é um animal lendário, que
tem sido descrito desde a antiguidade como um animal semelhante a um cavalo,
com um corno grande, afiado e em espiral a sair-lhe da testa. Era geralmente
descrito como uma criatura muito selvagem, que vivia na floresta, símbolo de
pureza, graça e independência, que só podia ser capturado por uma virgem. Nos
tempos antigos, acreditava-se que o seu chifre tinha o poder de transformar
água envenenada em água potável e de curar maleitas. De acordo com a lenda,
havia muitos unicórnios na terra há alguns séculos, mas, lentamente, com o
avanço e a pressão da civilização humana, acabaram por desaparecer.
Nas montanhas do Sul de Portugal,
algures na região do Alentejo, há uma ravina que se chama “Desfiladeiro de
Amo”. Há algum tempo estive lá e ouvi os habitantes locais contarem a história
do último unicórnio chamado Amo. De acordo com a história, havia dois
unicórnios: o macho Amo e a fêmea Ama, mas ninguém sabia dizer o que tinha
acontecido a Ama. Alguns acreditavam que ela ainda estava algures, a correr
pelas florestas e pelos prados. Pelo menos, era o que dizia a lenda.
É assim que a história se passa. Há
cerca de trezentos anos, já só havia dois unicórnios no mundo. Um macho chamado
Amo e uma fêmea chamada Ama. Eles não se conheciam um ao outro, porque viviam
em terras diferentes, mas sentiam a existência um do outro. Com regularidade,
sonhavam um com o outro e sentiam uma estranha saudade, como se pertencessem um
ao outro, mas a vida continuava e eles viviam as suas vidas separadamente,
nunca esperando que se encontrassem algum dia.
Ama era uma jovem unicórnio, feliz com o
seu ser, orgulhosa da sua independência e liberdade. Olhava muitas vezes para
os outros animais, questionando-se por que é que deixavam os humanos
usá-los. Não conseguia compreendê-los. Ela apreciava cada pedacinho de natureza
que a rodeava. Adorava as flores selvagens, os ribeiros de águas geladas, as
florestas profundas e misteriosas, os sons do vento nas árvores e a música dos
pássaros. Só se sentia completa quando sentia a terra, correndo sobre montanhas
e vales. Sentia, então, a plenitude da criação. Sabia que era uma das criaturas
vivas mais majestosas e estava orgulhosa desse facto.
Ocasionalmente, os humanos viam-na
correr pelas terras e admiravam a sua beleza e a sua graça. Naturalmente,
queriam apanhá-la e domesticá-la, mas ela nunca o permitiria. Gostava de sentir
a sua admiração e de brincar com eles. Apreciava mesmo a atenção que lhe
devotavam. Por vezes, Ama deixava os humanos aproximar-se e tocar-lhe,
manipulando os seus sentidos, para que sentissem que ela era real e não um
sonho. Em seguida, fugia, deixando-os a pensar o que teria acontecido e, muitas
vezes, tristes por terem perdido a oportunidade de apanhar um animal tão
Não tinha a certeza sobre aquilo que
sentia pelas pessoas, mas sabia que não estava disposta a abdicar da sua
liberdade e da plenitude e felicidade que sentia quando corria sem rumo pela
natureza. Era assim que ela era e ela não queria ter de mudar, por nada no
Por outro lado, numa parte completamente
oposta do mundo, vivia Amo. Assim como Ama, sendo um unicórnio, apreciava as
mesmas coisas e estava orgulhoso da sua independência e liberdade.
Era bastante mais velho do que Ama, mas
ainda era um unicórnio macho bastante forte. No entanto, sendo macho, sempre
tinha tido a necessidade de mostrar a sua força e superioridade em relação aos
outros animais. Ele sempre tinha precisado de reconhecimento. Especialmente da
parte dos humanos.
Ocasionalmente, deixava-os apanhá-lo e
fazia-os acreditar que o tinham domado. Durante algum tempo, trabalhava nos
seus campos, puxava as suas carruagens, corria nas corridas de cavalos e fazia
tudo aquilo que esperavam dele, apenas para mostrar a sua superioridade e força
e para apreciar a admiração dos humanos. No entanto, acabava sempre por se
aborrecer e fugir, deixando o caos atrás dele. Mandava celeiros abaixo, partia
cercas, pisava as colheitas em que estava a trabalhar, arranca as vinhas, tudo
para mostrar aos humanos que não podia ser usado e querendo que pagassem pela
crença de que podiam domá-lo. Em seguida, corria livremente pelos campos até à
vez seguinte em que se deixava apanhar pelos humanos.
Com o tempo, foram-se espalhando rumores
sobre Amo entre os humanos e havia muitos que, zangados, queriam apanhá-lo e
puni-lo pelo rasto de destruição que deixava sempre atrás dele. Alguns diziam
até que ele não era um verdadeiro unicórnio, mas um cavalo selvagem que merecia
ser abatido. Para eles, os unicórnios eram criaturas graciosas, que nunca
agiriam daquela maneira. Amo, no entanto, não queria saber da opinião deles.
Sabia quem era e continuava a viver a vida da mesma maneira.
Depois de muitos anos, cansou-se de
jogar o mesmo jogo e decidiu estabelecer-se num local onde ninguém o
conhecesse, numa parte diferente do mundo, de modo a evitar os humanos para
sempre. Veio para as montanhas do Alentejo, sem saber que se tinha mudado para
a terra que era habituada por Ama.
Uma manhã, estava no alto de uma
cumeeira, a apreciar o calor do sol matinal, quando, repentinamente, à
distância, viu Ama a correr nos campos. Não podia acreditar nos seus olhos. Ela
era a criatura mais bela que ele já tinha visto. Era aquela com quem ele tinha sonhado.
O seu coração começou a bater com força. Ela também o viu. Ama estava
igualmente excitada, mas cautelosa. Por um lado, estava contente por ver outro
unicórnio. Era um pouco mais velho, mas parecia ser forte e bonito.
Perguntava-se a si própria se seria possível que ele fosse aquele cuja
existência ela tinha pressentido toda a vida. Não tinha a certeza se devia
aproximar-se dele, pois tinha sempre receio de se desiludir.
Amo correu na direção dela. Corria
velozmente, tentando impressioná-la e mostrando a sua força. Durante algum
tempo, correram lado a lado, mas ao mesmo tempo iam-se examinando. A cada
quilómetro, Amo aproximava-se um pouco mais. Ama continuava receosa, mas
deixava-o encurtar a distância entre eles. Quando a noite chegou, encontravam-se
ambos no mesmo pasto. Enquanto bebiam do mesmo ribeiro, observavam-se um ao
outro com cautela.
Finalmente, Amo chegou-se a Ama. Ela
estava imóvel, olhando para ele. Podiam ouvir o bater do coração um do outro.
Ele tocou-lhe e deitaram-se ao lado um do outro, com os corpos a tocarem-se.
Foi uma sensação gloriosa para ambos, uma sensação de realização. Uma sensação
de sonhos que se tornavam realidade.
De manhã, acordaram e continuaram a
correr e a andar pelos bosques, apreciando o que os rodeava, mas, acima de
tudo, apreciando-se um ao outro. Ama estava verdadeiramente feliz. Finalmente,
havia um unicórnio verdadeiro a seu lado, alguém que pudesse entendê-la e que
não ia tentar domá-la, alguém com quem partilhar a alegria da liberdade e da
criação sem limites e sem condições, alguém da mesma espécie. Ela não queria
acreditar que finalmente acontecera, mas estava mesmo ali, à frente dos seus
olhos. Tinha algumas dúvidas, pois tinha passado toda a vida sozinha, sendo ela
o único unicórnio, mas ele estava mesmo ali, forte e real.
Amo também estava feliz. Prometeu que
nunca sairia do seu lado. Pensava que estaria sempre lá para quando ela
precisasse, mas Ama não queria que ele estivesse ali para ela, mas sim com ela.
Nunca tinha sentido que precisasse de alguma proteção ou ajuda. Era forte o
suficiente e inteligente o suficiente para tomar conta de si própria. Por tudo
isto, queria estar com Amo como dois seres iguais e independentes, capazes de
respeitar e apreciar a liberdade do outro. Queria partilhar com ele a grandeza
do seu amor puro, assim como as experiências da natureza. Queria enriquecer-se
com a presença de uma alma tão parecida com a sua e não ser restringida ou
retardada por ela. Queria partilhar o afeto pelas coisas que ambos estimavam.
Bom, Amo sabia o que Ama queria e queria
a mesma coisa, mas o tempo que ele tinha passado junto dos humanos tinha mudado
um pouco a sua natureza. Por um lado, queria fugir com Ama até ao fim dos
tempos e desfrutar da sua união na liberdade dos campos, florestas e montanhas.
Por outro lado, também queria ter um sítio a que ambos pudessem chamar casa.
Algures onde pudessem instalar-se e sentir o calor da sua união.
A casa que ele tinha em mente inseria-se
na categoria humana. Para os unicórnios, casa era o universo no seu todo, o
espaço sem fronteiras. Era a isso que Ama chamava casa. De qualquer modo, Amo
era persistente. Levou-a à cumeeira que tinha descoberto. Queria construir-lhe
um jardim, cheio de plantas e frutas diferentes. Ela olhou para ele, pensando
que ele estava a brincar um qualquer jogo infantil. Por que haveria um
unicórnio de querer um pequeno jardim no qual teria de trabalhar, quando o
mundo inteiro era um jardim enorme pronto a ser explorado? Ainda assim, durante
algum tempo, ela divertiu-se a planear e, até, a ajudá-lo a construir o jardim.
Sim, pensava ela, talvez,
ocasionalmente, pudessem parar ali para descansar, mas assentar num único sítio
era impossível – algo que ela pensava que nunca iria apreciar. Amo não percebeu
que ela queria um unicórnio igualmente livre e independente, alguém que ela
pudesse admirar pela sua liberdade. Ela queria dar-lhe o seu amor, mas não
queria ter de sacrificar a sua liberdade. Era algo que não estava na natureza
dos unicórnios. Ela seria infeliz para sempre, mas também não queria que ele
sacrificasse nada pelo amor e pela união deles.
Amo pensava de maneira diferente.
Pensava que se se estabelecesse num local e aí construísse uma casa, ela
quereria juntar-se a ele. Demasiados anos entre os humanos tinham-lhe turvado o
pensamento. Agora pensava como eles. Por isso, sacrificou a sua liberdade e
estabeleceu-se na cumeeira. Queria mostrar a Ama que sacrificaria tudo pelo
amor dela, até a liberdade de unicórnio, e que esperaria por ela pacientemente.
Ama aparecia ocasionalmente para passar
algum tempo com Amo. Ela amava-o verdadeiramente e tinha esperança que ele
percebesse a sua verdadeira natureza e que voltasse a correr livremente com ela
como os unicórnios faziam, esquecendo-se definitivamente dessas ideias de casa.
No entanto, Amo era persistente e
continuava na cumeeira. Ela estava cada vez menos excitada por ir ter com ele.
Era só uma cumeeira, mais uma entre as muitas montanhas alentejanas. Ela
começava a perder a paciência com Amo. Não percebia como é que um verdadeiro
unicórnio podia comportar-se como um humano. Um verdadeiro unicórnio nunca
sacrificaria a sua liberdade, nem mesmo por amor, pois a liberdade é parte do
amor verdadeiro. Para os unicórnios, o amor era uma categoria incondicional. Na
verdade, ela via o seu sacrifício como uma fraqueza, algo que a fazia perder o
respeito por ele e não ganhar-lhe mais afeto. Tinha ouvido algumas das
histórias que os humanos andavam a espalhar sobre Amo e, por vezes,
perguntava-se a si própria, Que tipo de unicórnio alguma vez agiria deste modo?
Talvez ele seja mesmo um cavalo selvagem a fingir que é um unicórnio. Seria
possível que ela se tivesse enganado a respeito dele? Um dia, ela já não
suportava mais olhar para ele dessa maneira. Ele simplesmente não parecia o
unicórnio dos seus sonhos. Quase sentiu pena dele. Aquele não era o Amo que ela
tinha conhecido – o unicórnio rápido e forte a correr a seu lado. Ela disse-lhe
que nunca mais voltaria à cumeeira, que tinha tudo sido um erro e partiu.
Estava desapontada e magoada, mas sabia que se sentiria melhor uma vez que
voltasse a correr pelos campos abertos e através das florestas densas. Era o ar
livre das montanhas altas que a faziam sentir-se livre. Para ela, era melhor
que Amo permanecesse onde sempre tinha estado, nos seus sonhos.
Amo ficou na cumeeira, a sentir pena de
si próprio e do amor perdido de Ama. Não acreditava que ela o tinha mesmo
deixado. Negligenciou o seu jardim e em pouco tempo não tinha comida para
comer. Durante dias não comeu, não queria comer, não queria viver. Já não se
preocupava com mais nada. Só pensava no quanto precisava de Ama. Finalmente,
percebeu que tinha cometido um grande erro. Tudo o que ela queria dele era que
fosse aquilo que era, um verdadeiro unicórnio. Estava zangado consigo próprio
por ter agido como um humano. Como podia ter sido tão estúpido?
Enquanto ele passava dias deitado na
cumeeira, os humanos do vale, que andavam à sua procura para o castigar, deram
pela sua presença. Começaram a subir a colina, cada vez mais ansiosos por
fazê-lo pagar pelas suas más ações. Ele viu-os a aproximarem-se. Não tinha a
certeza se devia fugir ou ficar e enfrentar o seu destino, até algo dentro dele
lhe dizer para saltar e correr, para tentar ser um verdadeiro unicórnio. Talvez
um dia, não interessava quando, voltasse a encontrar Ama e, então, poderia
mostrar-lhe que ele era o tal: um verdadeiro unicórnio, o unicórnio dos seus
Levantou-se devagar. Não podia descer a
colina, porque seria encurralado pelos humanos. A sua única hipótese era saltar
daquela cumeeira para outra cumeeira, por cima da ravina funda. Calculou a
distância. Costumava fazer saltos muito maiores no passado. Ia conseguir,
pensou ele, e saltou. Os seus músculos estavam fracos e o seu corpo já não era
aquilo que costumava ser. Além disso, os dias passados deitado, sem água nem
comida, tinham cobrado o seu preço. Ele não conseguiu alcançar a outra
cumeeira, caiu no fundo da ravina e acabou por morrer aí.
Quando os humanos chegaram à beira da
ravina, viram o seu corpo inerte e ensanguentado no fundo. Um deles disse,
”Bom, estavam certos. No fim de contas, ele não era um unicórnio, apenas um
cavalo selvagem que teve o destino merecido. Um verdadeiro unicórnio teria
conseguido saltar esta distância.”
Anos mais tarde, no sítio onde ele tinha
caído, surgiu uma nascente na rocha com uma abundância de água extremamente
pura e fresca. Os habitantes locais falavam das propriedades mágicas da água,
que curava muitas doenças. Alguns habitantes lembravam-se que o unicórnio tinha
caído e morrido naquele local e ligando as duas coisas, deram à nascente o nome
de “Nascente de Amo” e ao desfiladeiro o nome de “Desfiladeiro de Amo”. Alguns
dizem que era assim que ele quereria, que sempre tinha almejado pelo
reconhecimento humano. Agora, tinha-o finalmente, para sempre.
Ocasionalmente, as pessoas juravam que
viam Ama a descer o desfiladeiro para ir beber água à nascente de Amo. Mas eram
apenas histórias. As pessoas gostavam de contos de fadas.
Thoughts & QuotesPosted by Stevan Mon, May 30, 2016 00:37:27
The unicorn is
a legendary animal that has been described since antiquity as a horse-like
animal with a large, pointed, spiraling horn sticking out from its forehead. It
was usually described as a very wild forest creature, a symbol of purity,
grace, and independence, which could only be captured by a virgin. It was
believed in the old times that its horn had the power to turn poisoned water
drinkable and to heal sickness. According to the legend, there were many
unicorns inhabiting the earth centuries ago, but slowly, under the advance and
pressure of the human civilization, they disappeared.
mountains of Southern Portugal, somewhere in the region of Alentejo, there is a
ravine called “Amo’s gorge.” I was there some time ago and heard from the
locals the story about the last unicorn called Amo. According to the story,
there were really two unicorns. Male Amo and female Ama, but nobody could tell
me what happened to Ama. Some believe that she is still somewhere around running
through forests and over the meadows. At least, that is what the legend says.
This is how the
story goes. Some three hundred years ago, there were two last unicorns left in
the world. Male called Amo and female called Ama. They really didn’t know each
other because they inhabited different lands, but they felt each other’s
existence. Often, they would dream of each other and felt some strange longing,
like they belonged together. But, life was going on and they lived their lives
separately never expecting that they would ever meet.
Ama was a young
unicorn, happy with her being, proud of her independence and freedom. She often
looked at other animals wondering why they allowed humans to tame them and use
them. She couldn’t understand them. She enjoyed every bit of nature that
surrounded her. She loved wild flowers, cold streams, deep and mysterious
woods, sounds of wind in the trees, and the music of birds. She could only feel
complete feeling the land, roaming over mountains and through valleys. She felt
the wholeness of creation. She knew that she was one of the most majestic
living creatures still around and she was proud of it.
Once in a
while, humans would see her running over lands and they admired her beauty and
grace. Of course, they wanted to catch her and tame her, but she would never
allow that. She enjoyed their admiration and liked to play with them. She
really enjoyed the attention they were giving her. So, sometimes, Ama would
even let some humans come close and touch her, manipulating their senses, just
so they could feel that she was real and not a dream. Then she would run away,
leaving them wondering what happened, and often, leaving them sad for the
missed opportunity to catch such a precious animal.
She wasn’t sure
what she felt about people, but she was sure that she never wanted to give up
her freedom and the wholeness and happiness that she felt running aimlessly
through the wilderness. It was who she was, and she didn’t want to change, not
for anything in the world.
On the other
side, in a completely other part of the world, lived Amo. He was a different
story. Like Ama, being a unicorn, he loved all the same things and was proud of
his independence and freedom.
He was quite
older than Ama, but still a very strong male unicorn. But being male, he always
had a need to prove his strength and superiority over other animals. He always
needed a recognition for who he was. Especially from humans.
he would allow them to catch him and make them believe that they tamed him. For
a while he would work on their fields, pull their carriages, run in the horse
races, and do everything they asked from him, just to show his superiority and
strength and to enjoy admiration by humans. But then, he would get bored by it
and run away always leaving damage behind him. He would knock down barns, break
fences, run over crops he was working on, pull out vines, always wanting to
show to humans that he can’t be used, wanting them to pay for the belief that
he could be tamed. Then he would run free over lands until the next time he
would allow humans to catch him.
Over time the
word spread around among humans of Amo and many very angry humans were trying
to catch him and punish him for the damage he was always leaving behind him.
Some were even claiming that he was not a real unicorn, but just a wild horse
who deserved to be put down. For them, unicorns were gracious beings, who would
never have acted like him. Amo didn’t care about their opinion. He knew who he
was and continued running through life the same way.
years, he got tired of the game he played and decided to settle somewhere where
nobody knew him, in different part of the world, so he could avoid humans
forever. He came to the mountains of Alentejo, not knowing that he moved to the
lands that Ama was inhabiting.
One morning, he
was standing on a high ridge, enjoying the warmth of the early morning sun,
when suddenly in the distance he saw Ama running over the fields. He couldn’t
believe his eyes. She was the most beautiful creature he ever saw. She was the
one from his dreams. His heart started pounding fast. She saw him too. Ama was
equally excited, but cautious. On one side, she was happy to see another
unicorn. He was a bit old, but still appeared strong and handsome. She was
asking herself if it were possible that he was the one whose existence she
sensed all her life. She wasn’t sure if she should come closer. She was always
afraid of being disappointed.
Amo ran to her
direction. He was running fast, trying to impress her and show his strength.
For a while, they were running parallel, but in the distance examining each
other. By each mile, Amo was coming closer and closer. Ama was still afraid,
but she was allowing him to shorten their distance. In the evening they came to
the same meadow. They were drinking water from the same spring carefully
observing each other.
came to Ama. She wasn’t moving. She just looked at him. They could hear each
other’s heart. He touched her. They laid
next to each other with their bodies touching. It was a glorious feeling for
both of them. A sense of completion. Of dreams come true.
In the morning,
they woke up and continued running and walking through the woods enjoying the
surroundings and more than anything, enjoying each other. Ama was really happy.
At last, a real unicorn was next to her, somebody that could understand her.
Somebody that would not try to tame her. Somebody to share in the joy of
freedom and of creation without limits and without conditions. Somebody of the
same kind. She couldn’t believe that it would ever have happened, but it seemed
that it was right here, in front of her eyes. She still had her doubts, being
all her life by herself, the only unicorn. But he was here, strong and true.
Amo was also
happy. He promised never to leave her side. He thought that he would always be
there for her, but Ama didn’t want him to be there for her, but with her. She
never felt that she needed any protection or help. She was strong enough and
wise enough to care for herself. She wanted to be with Amo as two equal
independent beings, respecting and enjoying each other’s freedom. She wanted to
share the greatness of her pure love, the experiences of nature. She wanted to
be enriched by the presence of the same soul, not restricted or slowed down by
it. She wanted to share the affection for the things they both cherished.
Well, Amo knew
what Ama wanted. He wanted the same thing, but the time he spent around humans
changed him a little. On one hand, he wanted to run with Ama to the end of
time, and enjoy their togetherness in the freedom of open fields, forests and
mountains. On the other hand, he also wanted to have a place that would be
their home. Somewhere, where they could settle and feel the warmth of their
The home that
he was thinking about was a human category. For unicorns, home was the whole of
universe. Space without boundaries. That was what Ama called home. Anyway, Amo
was persistent. He took her to the ridge he discovered. He wanted to make a
garden for her, full of different fruits and plants. She looked at him thinking
that he was playing a childish game. Why would unicorns ever want a small
garden to work in when the world was a huge garden ready to be explored.
Nevertheless, for a while, she enjoyed in planning, even helping him make the
Yes, she was
thinking, maybe once in a while, they could stop there and rest, but for her
settling somewhere was an impossible thing—something that she thought she would
never enjoy. Amo failed to realize that she wanted an equally independent and
free unicorn. Somebody that she can admire for his freedom. She wanted to give
him her love, but she didn’t want to sacrifice her liberty. It was not the
nature of unicorns. She would be unhappy forever and she didn’t want him to
sacrifice anything for their love and togetherness either.
Amo was of a
different mind. He thought if he settled down, and built a home, that she would
join him. Too many years spent with the humans had blurred his mind. He was
thinking like the humans. So, he sacrificed his freedom and settled on the
ridge. He wanted to show Ama that he would sacrifice anything for her love,
even the freedom of a unicorn. He was waiting for her patiently.
Ama would come
once in a while and spend time with Amo. She truly loved him and she hoped that
he would realize his true nature and continue to run around with her as
unicorns should, and forget those ideas of home.
But Amo was
persistent and kept remaining on the ridge. She was getting less and less
excited to go there. It was just a ridge, one of many in the mountains of
Alentejo. She was losing her patience with Amo. She couldn’t understand how a
true unicorn could act like a human. A true unicorn would never sacrifice his
freedom, not even for love. Freedom is a part of true love. For unicorns, love
was an unconditional category. She actually saw his sacrifice as a weakness,
something that made him lose her respect and not gain her love. She heard some
of the stories that humans were spreading around about Amo, and sometimes, she
was asking herself, What kind of unicorn would ever act like that? Maybe he is
really some wild horse pretending to be a unicorn. Is it possible that she made
a mistake about him? One day, she
couldn’t look at him like that anymore. He didn’t appear as the unicorn from
her dreams. She almost felt sorry for him. That was not Amo that she first
met—the fast and strong unicorn running with her shoulder to shoulder. She told
him she would not come back anymore to the ridge and that everything was a
mistake. And she left. She was disappointed and hurt, but she knew that nothing
would lower her spirits once she was back running over open fields and through
deep woods. It was the open air of the high mountains that made her feel alive.
For her, it was better if Amo remained as he was, just in her dreams.
Amo stayed on
the ridge feeling sorry for himself and for the lost love of Ama. He couldn’t
believe that she really left him. He neglected his garden and soon he had no
food left. He didn’t eat for days. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to
live. He didn’t care about anything anymore. All he was thinking was how he
needed Ama. Finally, he realized what a big mistake he made. All she wanted
from him was to be who he was, a true unicorn. He was angry with himself for
acting like a human. How could he be so stupid?
As he was
laying for days on the ridge, humans from the valley who were trying to find
him and punish him, noticed him there. They started advancing up the hill,
getting more and more eager to make him pay for his bad deeds. He looked at
them approaching. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to run or stay there and wait for
his destiny, but something inside him told him that he should jump and run.
That he should try to be a true unicorn. Maybe one day, it didn’t matter when,
Ama would meet him again. He will show her that he is the one: a true unicorn.
He was the unicorn from her dreams.
He stood up
slowly. He couldn’t go down the hill. Humans were closing in on his escape
route. The only way was to jump from the ridge to another ridge over the deep
ravine. He looked at the distance. He used to jump further than that before. He
would make it, he thought. Then he jumped. But his muscles were weak and his body
wasn’t what it used to be. Days spent laying down without food and water took
their toll on him. He didn’t make it to the next ridge. He fell into a deep
ravine and died there.
Humans came to
the edge of the ridge looking down at his motionless and bloody body. One of
them said, “Well, they were right. After all, he was not a unicorn, just a wild
horse who met his deserved destiny. A
real unicorn would jump this distance.”
Years later, at
the place he fell, a spring broke out from the rock with an abundance of
extremely pure and fresh water. Local people were talking about the magical
properties of the water that was healing many illnesses. Some local people
remembered that a unicorn fell and died there and connected those two things,
so they named the spring, “ Amo’s Spring” and they named the gorge, “Amo’s
Gorge.” Some say, it was just as he would want it. He always craved human
recognition. Now, he finally had it forever.
Once in a
while, people swore that they saw Ama coming down to the gorge to drink water
from Amo’s Spring. But those were only stories. People like fairytales.
Thoughts & QuotesPosted by Stevan Mon, May 30, 2016 00:32:04
One of the trade secrets of medieval stonemasons was
“proving of the square” by use of the “point within a circle”. Indeed, if we
make a circle, then draw the line through its center cutting the circle in
half, at any point of the circumference which we would connect with these two
points where line cuts the circle, we would form an angle of the square.
The point within a circle is one of the most powerful
esoteric symbols. Its importance is not only in antiquity, which we may trace,
neither in the bond between metaphysics and natural sciences, which this symbol
makes, but also in many rich meanings, which a student of the Hermetic
philosophy may read from it. As Manly Hall, in his book The Secret Teachings of
All Ages, stated: ”The keys to all knowledge are contained in the dot, the line
and the circle. The dot is universal consciousness, the line is universal
intelligence, and the circle is universal force - the threefold, unknowable
Cause to all known existence.”
Although undefined in geometry, a point can be described as
indicating location with no size.
Nothing exists without a center. From the nucleus of an
atom, the center of planet Earth, the Sun in the solar system to the black hole
in the center of the Galaxy, everything has a center. Even the abstract idea
has a center because we consider it “pointless” if there is not a center
holding it together. The fixed point is called the center of a circle. At
times, it is synonymous with the circumference, just as circumference (distance
around the circle) is often equated with the circular movement. It is very
often an emblem of the Sun, or it stands for Heaven, perfection, or Eternity.
Psychological study asserts that the discovery of the circle in humans arrives
at the age when the child discovers himself (“I am”), and distinguishes himself
from others. According to Swiss psychiatrist, Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961), ”a
circle represents the ultimate state of Oneness”. To the ancient Greek
philosophers, the circle was the symbol of the number One, since it was the
source of all subsequent shapes. They called it MONAD, from Greek “monas”
A circle, understood as a circumference, is a symbol of
adequate limitation and of the inner unity of all matter and universal harmony.
Enclosing beings, objects, or figures within a circumference has a double
meaning: from within, it implies limitation and definition; from without, it
represents the defense of the content of a circle against disintegration and
Origins of the point within a circle, as is the case with
many other ancient symbols, are lost in the mists of antiquity. A point within
a circle was the Egyptian, Chinese and Mayan Glyph for “light”. In many ancient
myths and modern scientific theories about the beginning of the Universe, the
universal creation process begins with the expansion from a Divine Center, or
from the Big Bang, as in the very first words of God in Genesis “Let there be
Light”. On early Egyptian monuments the circle can be found with two letters in
the center of it and bordered by two parallel serpents symbolizing wisdom and
power. According to some scholars, the letters in the center stand for
“beginning” and “end”, indicative of God or Creator. Some other similar
Egyptian symbols known to us are ANANTA (meaning “eternity”) – a serpent in the
form of a circle biting its tale, and CRUX ANSATA - a cross within a circle,
symbolizing eternal life.
In Hindu mythology, Brahma speaks aloud the word AHM -“I
AM”, a word made of the first, middle and last letters of the Sanskrit
alphabet, which represents the circle’s three parts: the center, the radius,
and the circumference. The point represents our own spiritual center or God
within us; the radius - our mental and rational limits of understanding of God
and the circle the sphere of our material existence. We can find the “point
within a circle” as a symbol of “Phallus” in some old Indian legends. In many
countries around the world, remains of ancient temples consisting of stones
placed in circle can be found, with a single stone in the center. Although, the
explanations of the real purpose of these temples are still controversial, these
are usually connected with Sun worship practices in some cultures. The best
known examples are Druidic Temples in Great Britain.
In the Kabala, the point represents YOD, the creative
knowledge of God, and the circle the space in which He creates. The two
parallel lines are symbols of justice and mercy of God. They are equal and
upright because they are regulated by His perfect Wisdom. Christian theologian
Lucian (c.240-312) wrote in the third century: “God makes himself known to the
world; he fills up the whole circle of the universe, but makes his particular
abode in the center, which is the soul of the just”.
This symbol appeared in the Masonic ritual work, most
likely, early in the 18th Century. The first Masonic record mentioning a point
within a circle was Prichard’s “Masonry Dissected”. Today, it is mentioned,
either in the lecture of the First degree, or in the opening of the Third
degree in most of the Rituals. By tracing the development of this symbol
through different cultures around the world from time immemorial, we learn of
various understandings of its meaning. There are three elements constantly
present in all of the stories: God, Man and the Universe.
When we think about God, we often refer to Him as Creator of
all things, Great Architect of the Universe, the One with many names, Divine
Omnipresence or Ultimate Cause of Everything. If one would have to present
graphically or to draw a picture that would represent God or the Ultimate
Cause, and be understood and accepted as such by all human beings what would
that picture look like? Is it possible to express the infinite nature of God by
drawing a point within a circle on a blank sheet of paper? Many accept this
possibility because they perceive Him as being the center of existence, with the
whole existence emanating from His creative power. One can understand it as God
or as the Big Bang, but it is still there and still the Absolute Force, or
Power or Spirit that created the Universe- the point within a circle.
Is there any better way visually to present the Universe
than by using a point within a circle? Through the ages this has been the prime
choice of Philosophers, Magicians, Artists, Alchemists, and Scientists. The
origin of the word Universe is Latin unus versum, meaning “one turn”. The human
mind is incapable of fully comprehending time and space without the help of
this symbol, which exists because of man’s effort to visualize more perfectly
immeasurable and infinite that Universe represents.
Finally, we come to a Human being, the point within its own
circle of existence. This circle is one’s family, neighbors, fellow workmen,
community; all that surrounds one in the warm light of the Summer Solstice and
cold light of the Winter Solstice, represented by two parallel lines. But then,
a person is the eternal circle itself, trying to place in the center and keep
in balance, the hidden point within, which then creates the puzzle, how can one
draw a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere?