Capitolo 88
Ah, the happiness, ah, the happiness to Be!"
"Cannot you/he/she frighten the small thing of his/her gratification out?" says me.
"Tell him that that is really, as you told me; you reveal to him the narrow one
limitations of Pointland, and it conducts above it to anything taller."
"That is not performed easy", says my Master; "The proccesi."
In consequence of this, raising from voice to the extreme, I addressed the Point as it follows:
"Makes to keep silent, makes to keep silent despicable Creature. You call the
All in Everybody, but you are the Nothing: the Your so defined Universe it is a
mere dot in a Line, and a Line is a mere shade as comparative with--"
"Makes to keep silent, makes to keep silent, you have said enough", suspended the Sphere, "now the listening,
and it marks the effect of Your harangue on the King of Pointland."
The five-year periods of the Monarch that it removed more brightly of never on
feeling my words, shewed clearly that he held back his/her gratification;
and I had not stopped really when him taken on new his/her effort. "Ah,
the joy, ah, the joy of Thought! From thing cannot realize thinking!
His/her really Thought that comes to Him, suggestive of his/her debasement,
with this to improve Your happiness! Sweet rebellion mixed on to result
in triumph! Ah, the creative and divine power of the All in the one!
Ah, the joy, the joy to Be!"
"You see", it said my Teacher, "as small you/they have made Your words.
Till now as the Monarch understands them to everybody, he accepts them as his really--
for him you/he/she cannot conceive of some other except him--and pens him
on the variety of ` Your Thought' as an example of the creative Power.
I/you/he/she allow us to leave this God of Pointland to the the ignorant fruition of his
omnipresence and omniscience: nothing that You or I can do can free
him from his/her self-satisfaction."
After this, as we was floating softly back to Flatland, I could feel
the mild voice of my Companion that sharpens the moral one of my vision,