I tried to distinguish from the difference in their presentation, the importance they had on the particular level of stairs.
I wondered what their difference was with hern need to coexist here on the first landing after three steps and in opposite direction from each other, as if they wanted their backs turned.
My dilemma with the web that stretched across the soles pursuing the inertia of my stride, who was trying to stop me, was growing up.
My feeling of impatience was intense’ I discovered what I was looking for. It thus gave me the corresponding determination to turn and strode towards the corridor to my right, where as I got closer, it was getting the coloring it wanted to have in my eyes.
Vibrations, I thought.
Energy vibrations from temporal pulse frequencies will create diagrams with corresponding coloring, trying to reveal to me a part of what I was looking for.
The corridor I had decided to walk in an attempt to uncover its raison d'être, it was paved with blue tiles and joints that glowed giving the impression, that each slab of the corridor is independent from one another.
Perhaps in this way they wanted to give an interpretation in my view, that my every step, it had some separate significance from that of the simple corridor.
To the right I could see a door that did not touch the corridor, as independent from everything I was going through.
All as separate, but they were showing one.
Like a series of events dependent on each other to reveal the final result.
It was half open with lighting inside as well, that I could barely distinguish the colors.
I gently pushed it open, I tried to discern something I should look out for inside the protected area.
My gaze fell upon a figure standing with her back to me as if avoiding the revelation of her face.
Which allowed me to assume in my temporary thinking, it was that she wanted me to notice her presence knowing that I was ignorant of her truth.
He urged me to sharpen my attention by acknowledging my ignorance.
– In a village somewhere once upon a time, I heard her starting to tell me.
– There was a cave where anyone who had a serious problem could visit and report their problem, they were getting an answer to solve it with wisdom. Everyone heard a voice, but no one had ever seen the face that spoke to them. They knew that someone lived in there and they took care to bring him food every day for his survival, respecting his advice.
One day all those who had consulted his voice gathered in the square and on the pretext of their interest – for the existence of this man – they decided to solve their curiosity about his appearance. They all gathered outside the cave asking him to appear and embrace him for the good he had done them. The caveman did not deny them, just as he had not refused to listen to their every problem with patience when they went to consult it. When he appeared at the entrance of the cave everyone turned their faces away from his ugliness and left disappointed at what they saw. This man, knowing beforehand their reaction, calmly re-entered the cave without being surprised. He knew each of them individually, since much more had been confided to him than they would have told him if they had not only listened to his voice.
He knew them far better than they knew themselves, since his only occupation was them, έχοντας λυμένο το πρόβλημα της δική του επιβίωσης.
So he waited patiently for his end without protesting the reaction they had. Not visiting the cave to consult him, but also without food to live.
Her silence told me she had accomplished what she wanted me to hear by insisting on hiding her face and challenging me to make up my own mind..
Sometimes by trusting our senses more we exclude the contact with the deeper that the emotion offers you.
The feeling always having the intermediate path that ends in the stimulation of the feeling sometimes brings opposite results from those corresponding to it.
Reason in its attempt to balance legitimate reality fails as an intermediate factor of correct conclusions by distorting the truth.
I did not know whether the face of this figure was ugly or beautiful, but somehow it had revealed to me that each sensation had a separate meaning.
That perhaps the most useful thing is to balance them with each other, rather than allowing one to prevail over the other.
In this search I had decided through this woman's gaze, I definitely had to not jump to conclusions.
Like a collector to collect what would be given to me and after exhibiting it all together somewhere, to give all my attention and arrive at the truth I discern.

I stood a little longer hoping that I would find something more in this room to aid my search.
Out of the corner of my eye and turning my body to leave, I noticed her sideways glance.
He had heard me, he had smelled me , but she hadn't seen me since it was impossible for her to touch or taste me, he couldn't resist the temptation to glance sideways.
The balance of the senses, have their own distinct degree of difficulty, even in conceptual entities.
Everything that is produced by us, it is vulnerable by having weaknesses and thus betray, that it originates as a creation of the human mind.
Returning to the landing didn't give me much time to think as I watched in awe as the slabs beneath my feet pulsated., as if they sensed the presence of my every step and swayed perhaps trying to balance my load.

Charalambos Bastas
Research writer