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- “The Lightning Gnome” is a story that must be told.
- Let me introduce myself. I am Theophrastus Phillippus Aureolus Bombastus von Hohenheim but you can just call me Paracelsus.
- Let me start with a short synopsis of this story. I call it a story, but it is actually a true account of unlikely ethereal creatures’ accidental existence and eventual elevation to a more substantial being. However, few would accept such nonsense as truth. This is why I present this account as a story, a myth, or wives tale. It makes no difference really. The wisdom will persist regardless of its container.
- Unfortunately as I write this story I fear I am about to die. I only hope that death does not take me before it’s completion.
- Yet given this yearning, there is some part of me that knows this story will be told somewhere in the universe regardless of my unfortunate predicament. Maybe many times, at least this notion gives me some solace. But I digress.
- As I ponder to the many facets of this story, I am so inspired by the thought provoking wonder and knowledge such a little creature can divulge as this story contains the answer to the ultimate question.
- What is the core of all existence?
- But this story is not only about answering this question. In fact, the answer is actually quite simple as you could imagine.
- It is also an adventure story about the Lightning Gnome and his travels. It is a story about infinity. A story about chronic affliction and the journey to cure. About coming to terms with the absurdity of one’s own existence. It’s a story about the right to exist, and the right to exist in peace. And about rights. It is a story about the emotional landscapes of our minds. It is a story about possession, obsession, and possession of the possessed. It is a story about dispossession. It is a story about freedom and a story about destiny. It is a story about being lost and a story about being found. A story about truths that are hidden and untruths that are plain to see. It is a story about nothing and a story about everything. As any good story should be.
- But I am just the narrator of this story, I tell the story from the third person perspective of the thoughts and experiences of my good friend “The Lightning Gnome” as I imagined his experiences from his account to me over the years of our acquaintance. However, occasionally parts of this story I present to you as myself as an account of my own experiences whilst in the company of the Gnomes.
- So now, I graciously present to you this story. My hope is that I can finish it before mortal coil becomes fully unwound.
- I will begin by introducing you to the setting and crucial events, without which this story could never have been told.
- *The Artist*
- In the year of 1502, an old man was painting a portrait of a lady in her house in Italy.
- When he finished the painting four years later the lady and her house were unavailable but he had only painted the foreground. While he was trying to remember with his frailing mind, the view in the background all those years before, he suddenly recalled a conversation he had with a young man months earlier. This young man had described small mythical manlike creatures, of which he fancied, existed, but of which there was no proof. He tried to imagine where these creatures would live if they did exist.
- Then he had it.
- Using the small creatures as a catalyst for inspiration, he would paint an imaginary landscape as the backdrop for the painting. As he imagined a landscape inhabited by these creatures, the old man’s inspiration soared. He painted feverishly until finally the painting was complete.
- Yet something remarkable happened somewhere in that old man’s fever. Something so strange and so marvellous that the echo of which, would resound permanently throughout physical reality itself. The old man had a single notion, a flippant thought, conjured by the idle mind but one that had such relevance because of its nature. It was the thought that discovered his immortality along with a reality for those fanciful creatures we call Gnomes, so enabling this story to be told.
- *Infinity*
- Some of us prefer to believe there is only one finite universe and that is a perfectly reasonable position to take. It maybe hard to imagine, but for the purposes of this tale, if you can stretch your mind to the possibility of an infinity of universes all churning into one another. If you can stretch your mind to imagine that space itself, is but an illusion, and all that is possible is happening always, then you must conclude that somewhere in the vastness of infinity. This tenuous reality does exist.
- So even though I present this story as a fairytale; it must, in fact, be true.
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