Dimension of Thought
L EGACIES OF ALL THE ANCIENTS were engraved upon statues, along with inscriptions of royal deeds and monuments of royal character. Every statue reigned mightily over its own area of hallway, carved in the image of a particular past king. They were the great pantheons who molded the history of Invynceth.
Prince Thallious found himself in the marvelous presence of the kings, embodied by their statues.
One stood out to him in particular.
The inscription was written:
“To the great king—- Azelyeon; A courageous light, In his fight for our Freedom, He blazed forth with his love for our Kingdom.”
“But was that all?” Thallious thought. “All the greatness of the nation now long buried under the ages? What even made them so great?”
Longing for more, he stared at the hallway’s end, and…
KRAKLOOOM!!!!
An otherworldly gateway appeared. It opened, showing a gaping white entry, inviting Thallious to go in and seek— as though it was his question’s answer.
He entered…
To his great shock, within there too was a frame, Thallious’ own image— the very frame of an unfinished statue, carved with all of Thallious’ deeds and character, representing his own imprint upon time; one day to join the great pantheon of statues.
But Thallious could not bear to look at his statue.
“WHO… AM… I?!!” he cried out, falling to his knees. “WHAT… AM I DOING?!!?!”
There was none to hear—none but the echo of his cry down the hallway of the past. And then the ghost of silence crept upon him. No one he knew was faithful enough to be by his side in this heart-wrenching room. He was going through all of this alone, submerged under a dark ocean of loneliness.
Why?! Why was he even so full of doubt in himself? Hadn’t he been extremely loved by so many in the nation? Hadn’t he emerged victorious in so many battles? Hadn’t he expanded the forefronts of the kingdom, and built and ensured the prosperity of Invynceth in so many ways?
Why, then, was he still turning and churning, so deeply uncertain of his own identity?
In truth, his whole life was a false face to hide his true self.
“Look at the statue....” Thallious thought, as he grazed his hand over its ridges. “It’s deeply broken, and messy…just like my past… just like me.”
Without his facade, in his innermost being…there was nothing but a weeping child.
A child who had been thirsting through an entire desert just for a single drop of hope. A child of scars. A child who was left behind, only to go on… starving. Cursed to have felt utter emptiness for his whole, dear, life! And many wounds were carved deeply into Thallious’ soft soul of stone. Wounds that had sealed empty voids within his heart. And there were many, many empty voids within him. Voids that were meant to hold meaning, purpose, and love!
These voids continually cry out within him, longing that someday his whole soul would grasp the joy of true fulfillment! Oh, to taste the sweet fullness of finding–whatever it was and wherever out there it may be–that would truly satisfy him with ultimate, supreme Joy!
And that is what kept him going in spite of everything—longing to live true Life, although he lacked real living.
“Thallious!”
A voice spoke to his dearest soul wonderfully, calmingly, ever gently— and Thallious sensed it could calm his furious thunderstorms.
Looking up, he saw His face— His eyes— filled to the brim, overflowing with the deepest love.
“Who… who are you?”
Thallious inched closer to Him.
But he tripped—yet the figure grabbed his hand to help him up.
Thallious then noticed the nail marks embedded in His hands.
“Jesus! Now I know who You are!”
The One who would bring forth— out of every broken shard of Thallious’ soul— the flourishing of Life!
And now, finally, after thirsting through the desert, his spirit was nourished and cherished—
by all of the fullness of the rich,
deep,
flowing
WATERS
OF LIFE.