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

Talk to them about neutral things: the weather, the new advancements and facilities in urban air transport, yesterday’s mass in Santa Virgo, last year’s maquettes of flower gardens whose construction was delayed so much… It’s the best language practise ever, and it’s definitely working.

As a consequence of the modern, collective type of living with this universal character, the old languages of our time have disappeared from everyday life. They haven’t become obsolete in written texts and studies, but they no longer constitute the common vernacular.

The sense of belonging to one single ethnicity dominates everywhere on earth: “our country” as they call it. Yet the historical memories have survived as has the feeling of moral obligation to the greats of the past.

The intellectual culture has become one throughout the world, but there still exist some individual forms of literature, music, history of science and philosophy of consciousness.

All the different languages that we had, had ceased to exist as a result of the intermarriage of the peoples over the years, as they told me. They became extinct when mainly the European nations became entangled in a terrible civil war and were nearly annihilated (in the medium-scale nuclear war that broke out in Europe in 2309 AD).There had been an alarming reduction of the population due to the perpetual wars, in the past, before the Universal Commonwealth emerged, and humanity was in decline. But the law of history is always one: progress always comes, despite back-stepping, times of darkness and decline. But they say that the “New Dark Ages”—as they call the era starting from our 1914 and onwards—were not in vain. Thanks to that era, humanity took an upward course of evolution. As Soren Kierkegaard, a wise man of our time had prophesied, those dark years were necessary for the progress that came after.

Based on their theory, everything happens for a reason and everyone plays their own special role in the course of history. Nothing and no one is useless or unnecessary. Even the most seemingly insignificant persons are useful in some way or another because the whole is comprised of mere individuals and that whole is the axis of progress and evolution.

INTERROGATION AT HOME30 – XII

I didn’t go out until late today, because Stefan welcomed me very early in the morning with very disturbing news. Sabba, the sceptical blond in his forties with the outlandish theories, Stirlen’s companion, would come to see me and I had to be at home at a certain time because he was very busy and couldn’t wait long.

As soon as he came in, he started asking me dozens of questions about my life in Markfor and my impressions and if I remember ever being here before. He was accompanied by Alex Wettel Smith, the young saviour of Northam at the time of the accident. I really liked the behaviour of the latter towards me. He had a serene look on his face and seemed quite indifferent to the thoughts that troubled the professor’s mind. A hint of irony in his eyes suggested that he did not agree with his methods. His gaze suggested something like: “If you had believed him from the beginning things would be simpler…” If Sabba hadn’t been present, I would have shaken his hand and thanked him.

These “wise men” of the North are truly unfair to themselves. If they could overcome their selfishness and re-examine their prejudgment that I was merely a case of “split personality”, they would be more human and able to realise and admit their mistake…

I spent the whole afternoon inside. I didn’t go anywhere. I sat and meditated instead. I was wondering how many more new dawns I’m meant to see before I die. No one knows.

NEW YEAR’S EVE

(Just back from Santa Virgo, Markfor)

Tonight we will all stay awake until midnight to welcome the New Year.

I’m standing by my window, looking at this wonderfully lit state. It’s the only time of year that all the lights are on at night. I raise my eyes and look high up above, praying for God to make me worthy of seeing my own world again for I had visited Rome in my former life and that is where Markfor is built. I feel my eyes well with tears. Night had fallen for good.

Three hours before midnight we went with Stefan and the girls for a short but very moving Mass in Santa Virgo. I noticed that everyone on the street was carrying candles as if it were Easter Resurrection. “New year, a new leaf in life” was their motto. Isn’t that what we used to say as well?