With all the tension and frustration that was a confirmation to me of Earthly discomfort, I thought of turning my nightmare into a dream and going to the secret land of ultimate wonders. I looked for the golden key of my enchanted secret forest, and did not worry about the map, I already knew my directions like I was a resident of it. I lay motionless, ready to travel, contemplating into the nothingness with my eyes closed. I was not certain about the time I had between my hands, I did not know if I had been still for 7 long hours, or 7 swift minutes. I remembered what a wise man once said about the gypsies: “for travelers, time does not exist”.
I opened my eyes, and found myself standing right there with soft breeze and a hint of rain in the air before an open gate of studded pearls, and stones as brightly colored as corals of the Red Sea, I couldn’t tell if they were in fact corals.
“Not only does it unify the wonders of land, it also embraced the secrets of oceans in its gate” I thought to myself with a smile while walking among the magnificent radiating green trees of the forest and enormous flowers.
All my thoughts, whether calm or tensed, were concealed deep down somewhere, I did not understand why. My sight was focused on numerous beautiful white doves looking like creatures from heaven, flying over a flowing river of crystal riverbed.
While delightfully thinking of the riddles of this fascinating forest, I tripped over what seemed to surprisingly be a human leg. I was terrified, I remember myself being the only one of my kind in what I thought to be my secret land. I turned over in surprise, to see an aged woman of above 70’s, with a cardboard-like object on her lap doodled all over it, I distinguished those words: Good, Evil.
She didn’t seem surprised to see me, like she was expecting me to visit. She did not wait for me to question those doodled words, and asked me slowly with a hint of desperation in her voice, it seemed like she was reading of blurred letters in her mind, “Are human beings good or evil?” I replied straightaway, as if I was prepared to answer this question my whole life, “good”. “Why did we fall down to Earth, then?” I was frightened of her question, she triggered something inside of me that made me so nervous. Maybe because I always thought I knew the answers of everything. I instantly assumed that she asked a question expecting the answer she wanted to hear; evil. “If we weren’t of good nature, our father would not be in heaven at first.” I disapproved her assumed-thought. “But Adam had everything, and he still tasted The Forbidden Fruit.” She argued. The pride of what I was born to believe in started to get in the way, and I was ready to start an intense argument.
“I thought I was the first here, the source of my joy was nothing but this land.” she interrupted my thoughts, “Then I started to visit frequently, I spent more days here than back home-wherever that is. Then I thought of ways to own this place, making every inch of it under my name to do whatever I please with it, maybe make a living out of it before anyone finds it and takes it away from me. I spent days sleeping under this tree, not afraid of anything that might attack me. Because this is my home, this is where I belong. I was sure of that as I knew I was a good person, or else I wouldn’t have the key, nor memorize the map by heart. I didn’t even have to draw it on a piece of paper. But years later, or maybe hours, visiting was not enough. Greed overpowered the joy of this place. I wanted more than I could get and I did not exactly know how. Until I was stuck here alone, with no voice to reply my questions.” She said in grief. I sat down beside her, under the tree of ivy leaves almost spread around her, to hear her bizarre story. I would have considered her to be insane, but everything was different over there. I did not want to argue with reason, because I knew it would lose.
“I tried to go back home, I did not know how. I was lost in astronomical tunnels. Directions started to disappear from the map, only a quarter of its lines remained. It was then when I lost hope, I was no longer curious, only confused in despair. All I needed to know was, How did I get here and on what purpose? Was it greed that cut the strings of connection to my world? I wish I could go back in time,” my confused human brain interrupted her and emphasized silently “or go forward”. But I knew it was not the right time to analyze the minutes and hours of that dimension, nor theorize whether time goes in a straight line to the future as in our world. I tried to focus before she continued, “to remain only a visitor, like yourself. There is a reason behind the limitations of human capabilities. But I did not realize that. In the land of chances, I feel guilty and gloomy. Guilty for the human greed, gloomy for disappointing myself; I am not a good person.
“It is not good to have everything one wants…” her words broke the silence of my soul and led to extreme consciousness, which I thought was almost impossible. I was not able to hear what she said afterwards, I could not break my own silence with reply to her. I don’t know if that was the puzzled tangled answer of the basic simple question. Did she mean that “evil” is a good person having everything wished for? or is evil having everything wished for, and still wanting more? Is there Good behind every Evil, or a trace of Evil behind all Good?
I felt my body weight as light as a feather, floating in the air, being drawn back to the gate of studded pearls and colorful stones. Pictures projected so fast right before my eyes, I could not explain them.
I was in my bed, with the key locked intensely in my right hand, my brain completely clear of all thought but confused of her question, and a frown on my sleepy eyes.
*Dear reader, tell me what you think about this matter; are human beings essentially good or evil? And provide an explanation.