Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

They were right. Because what did people have until then? What did they live on? They lived on little drops of water that evaporated very quickly. However, despite the difficulties faced the following year, the problem gradually subsided until it was completely eliminated. It didn’t happen all at once—it couldn’t have—but step by step. The world returned to a normal pace of life, but everyone had kept deep inside their soul the memory of what was later to be characterised as “the most important moment of the spiritual progress of mankind.”

By that time, of course, all of their questions had been resolved and everything had an explanation: the “sense of living in a foreign land”, the “thirst for the eternal”, the “feeling of deprivation”. The Nibelvirch had shown people where it all came from. 11-VI

From the early 987 and up until now, the Valley has been studying the classics with a new, unprecedented zeal. Everything has acquired a new meaning: from Socrates and Plato to Confucius, Siddhartha Gautama and Jesus. Even the conception of infinity, the incorruptible, the contrast between the present and eternity had become subject to re-evaluation. No one spoke of the “struggle of man against his fate” anymore. No one spoke of the “conflict between the individual and the world” either.

In fact, about the suicides of past times they now say that their cause was neither the “pain of love” nor the “excessive sensitivity.” The reason was “the sacred thirst of soul and the longing for the Samith.” 11-VI Again

(Late at night)

Tomorrow morning I don’t have a lesson with Lain, and I’m not planning on writing either. I intend to spend the whole day outside the city. Tonight’s starlight is magical. I think that tomorrow we’ll have the first sunny spring day with clear blue skies. It smells like spring already. Retsstats Aarsdag, MDX (anniversary of the establishment of the Universal Commonwealth)

Bells, bells, bells, bells ringing interminably since the very first morning hours, as if it were Holy Saturday. If you ask them, they’ll tell you it symbolises the “Resurrection of our species”!

The great leaders are absent today. They all have a meeting in the Valley. I’m sitting on the terrace and looking down. There are few people on the streets. The parks and groves are glistening. It gives me such a pleasure to walk in the morning sun… I could do it forever! Today the city is calling you to walk it! 12-VI

Markfor is a state that you can very easily fall in love with. Yesterday I felt once again how right these people’s way of thinking and living is. And now that our stay here is almost over and we will soon begin a tour of the central European states and then around the Rosernes Dal, I feel an even greater attraction to this place, almost like a craving.

Yesterday morning I discovered the hedgerows of Leouras, while in search of the gallery of the Medici, a green and silent area, too green and too silent to be part of the city centre. But vast contrasts are one of Markfor’s best characteristics. You can still see the flocks of linsens

and velo scooters and hear the roar of the crowds flooding the main arteries of the city from half a mile away. But if you stray a little bit, you suddenly come across idyllic landscapes, as if you’ve travelled to a faraway land on a magical journey; and yet, you’ve only walked for a few minutes.

SIGHTSEEING IN MARKFOR

For those who love the tradition of the old state, the most beautiful part of Markfor is found on the other side of the block. Here it’s like turning the clock back four hundred years: huge mansions that appear uninhabited, vast schools and classrooms that look desolate and masterful architectural libraries with content that my knowledge and education doesn’t yet allow me to appreciate. Westward, inside the huge park, you can see the Rector's Palace with the famous Doric colonnade in the background. Nearby you’ll find the study areas of the Laureatis with the statue of Giordano Bruno in the middle, and the auditorium of Milioki, an old founder and facilitator of theirs. And there’s their poet, Selius! I’ve read something of his. His monument is extremely tall compared to all the other marble statues. It is bronze and all six sides of the giant pedestal are embellished with relief representations of his life and quotes taken from his most beautiful lyrical pieces.