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

I sat and watched him and thought about how much faith these people have in them, how much they believe, not in our time’s narrow-minded, absolute way but, instead, with an absolute certainty that what they’ve seen is right. I asked him whether he believed that people would have managed in some other way to obtain the knowledge they now have, without the Nibelvirch. He said that he seriously doubted it. He claimed that the gap between the knowledge of the past and that of the present was huge and the human mind couldn’t cover the distance by itself. But even if somebody managed to see it or learn about it and then tried to convince other people, they would find it impossible to believe. They would first have to break free from the selfish, anthropocentric mentality that clouded their judgment; and this mentality was very difficult to escape from.

“But how was it possible,” he wondered, “for men to believe that they and their planet, a dot in the universe, were the centre of everything? That they were ‘chosen’ by destiny among trillions of other stars, of other dots? Was it so hard to believe that, under any law of probability, there might be other major centres of intelligent life elsewhere, and that organic life and the famous ‘law of adaptation’ could exist in a million other worlds, older but more evolved both from a biological and an ethical perspective?”

“And how can this incredible greatness tolerate all this filth and injustice within it?” I asked.

“Precisely because it’s so big, it easily accepts such pettiness. The worst human evil doesn’t stand a chance before this blizzard of wonderfulness, trust me. Not to mention that this part, of sorrow and pain, directly related to our finite biological fate, gives us an element of reality, without which we would be incomplete.”

He then took some time to explain to me that, in the time of the first Nibelvirch

and the Roisvirch that followed in the world, Volky himself stood up and raised his voice along with the other great men of the era, because they had faith in the desirability and necessity of this progressive form of existence, and their words, full of peace and hope, managed to calm down the crazed crowds and stop the stampedes and the onslaught of collective suicides.

But in no way could I comprehend and accept what he was telling me. It was inconceivable: how can something so extremely wonderful have a part of it steeped in pettiness, ugliness and evil, and still remain flawless?

He asked me if I had had a chance to read Tinersen’s book and I told him the truth: that I hadn’t. It was one of the books he had recently given me and I hadn’t managed to read it. The only thing I knew about this book was that it was approximately from the MCC century and that it was one of the hundreds of simplified and popularised books of Volkic Knowledge.

Once I replied negatively he started telling me an imaginary story, a kind of parable from the book. He told it simply so that I would understand it. And the story went like this:

Millions of small beings are born and die in a closed, dark, dirty place. This place, which for us humans is nothing other than the inside of a flute, is for these little creatures their whole world, their entire universe, their natural habitat and they don’t imagine that there might be something else outside of it. Suppose now that they are endowed with an element of intellect and are aware of the ugliness and darkness of their world. Their very brief lives—about seventeen human minutes—flow monotonously, generation after generation; it is a constricted life of endless boredom.

Every now and then, however, some extremely distant echoes of a harmony, which they never could have imagined existed, reach their weak sense organs. And in surprise, the small creatures wonder where such wonderful harmonies could be coming from.

With the passage of time, some of these creatures, their “spiritual leaders”, managed to see and feel that their dark prison was not everything and that their world was something minimal compared to the ‘whole’ that existed. Very few of these creatures saw and understood this at first and the rest of them considered the few crazy. But in the end, the existence of other worlds and realities became common knowledge and became a shared faith. These tiny little creatures finally realised that what really exists, objective reality, was far bigger than their dark world.