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I do not know the title of the original story.
Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the
cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up,
holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it
wasbeautiful. I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the
keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other
hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How
different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell
the priests about it!
In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of
grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent
voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall.
Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet
rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and
horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath
his feet.
I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly
yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the
staircase.
I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure
spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was
overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different
way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw
now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things.
I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my
total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I
can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no
other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the
world of my dream, and know peace at last.
Rick
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<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>I do not know the title of the original story.</FONT>
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<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that =
was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the =
years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no =
idea what it might be, but it wasbeautiful. I learned to lay my fingers =
across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. =
As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first =
harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be =
from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about =
it!</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked =
up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his =
feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple =
Hall.</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they =
were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I =
watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious =
instrument to splinters beneath his feet.</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so =
vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he =
stood at the summit of the staircase.</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured =
cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of =
this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw =
a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the =
Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the =
loss of all these things.</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=3D2>I have not left this cave for days now, it has become =
my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the =
waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of =
the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is that =
with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at =
last.</FONT></P>
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