※ [本文转录自 Diary 看板] 作者: Nortier (你让我变的更好) 看板: Diary 标题: Where is the fire in Utopia? 时间: Thu Nov 11 21:16:42 2004 Where is the Fire in Utopia? Utopia is real; it is trust me on that. This legend told by people in search for their dreams. Much blood has been spilled, hearts have been broken and lives have been sacrificed to find this equilibrium and complete harmony of life. My story is the same, not much different than others. With passion in my heart and fire in my eyes I have searched on many planes to get a glimpse of this mythological entity. The thing that differ my story from others is that I found this paradise, this place where time does not exists and where dreams are born. Some people call this Atlantis and other calls it Heaven; I prefer to call it Utopia. Not the Utopia described by Thomas More in one of his novels from the 15th century, but simply as a representive for all the words made up by mankind and entities in search for the legend. This is so much more than anyone could i magination. The plan of Utopia is not in this multiverse, it is the residence of the old ones before they were forgotten and they faded into the legend itself. My belief is that the shape of this plane is inside the eye of the beholder.In the high mountain the gold bushes are cultivated by themselves and they produce a elixir that nourishing the very essence of life. The scenery along the coastlines that surrounds this marvellous place shows an exquisite view, everything from white beaches to steep fractal shaped rocks can be found. The water exists in all different shades of blue depending in which area of the coast you looked. The libraries contains pergaments, scrolls and books that tell all the deepest secrets of the past, the present, the not yet known future and even the future and the past that will never happen. I cannot describe all the joy I have felt and the possible and impossible things I have experienced. Eons past like lilies come and go in the seasons; the emptiness started to communicate with me and sometimes I could feel other presences. At rare occasions I could see shadows. I tried to follow and communicate, but without success. There were never any signs that the shadows noticed my presence and at last I gave up. Since time does not exist here I do not know how long it took for me to realise, but the fire within died first and then my soul started to fade into oblivion. Only my proud and strong Viking spirit never gave up longing for the dark and frost bitten battlefields in the North, to fight with a bright and fierce fire inside and if death would come in battle, to have the honour to drink mead in Valhalla. But where is the Fire in Utopia? By time the fragments of memories of this paradise melted like snowflakes in the spring, although the feeling will always be there. It is true, it is true…was it really Utopia I found? Written with the strength of my last breath, within the myth, anno 2004 --

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