Shadow

Vladimir Weise

“Shadow” is a fairy tale for me, for you and your children. “Shadow” is a fairy tale about life, love and self-understanding. “Shadow” is a new rendition of ideas about world structure and our place in it. On the pages of the book the author tells not just the story of the heroes’ fates who created the new world, he shows ourselves in every action, in every experience, letting us realize our involvement in the universal plan.

Shadow

Vladimir Weise

Proofreader Elena Sheremet

Proofreader Irina Moiseeva

Illustrator Alena Ronzhina

Cover designer Anastasiia Shlokina

© Vladimir Weise, 2018

© Alena Ronzhina, illustrations, 2018

© Anastasiia Shlokina, cover design, 2018

ISBNВ 978-5-4493-2722-2

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

A strange story happened in one of the Universes in the distant past, times long before the wheel, steam engines, and a toilet with a button were devised. There were no stars, no moons at that time. I would call that era “The Time of the First-Born.” Yes, it is Firstborn. Everything that we know now in our world was created much later and under other circumstances, and that world can’t be fully understood to me or to you, it can only be imagined in your mind, see what it was, but the laws can’t be understood.

From this moment I’ll begin my story. You should take your place more comfortable; drop the worries and sorrows of the past day.

Imagine in your imagination a world without light, without heat and cold, without hard and soft, a world without anxieties and expectations. This world is ephemeral in nature, it can be compared to a dark-dark room, and, as usual, in any room, sooner or later dust will appear, well, there is such a property in empty rooms (it’s strange why scientists have not described “law of dust conservation”). Dust for years accumulated in the emptiness of existence. For the time being, no one touched it, but at one point a swift action appeared there piercing the emptiness of the universe, lifting the dust of times, cutting it and blowing away into the distance. It was a cycle, a game of strange essences, which I, with your permission, will call “hoki”.

The Hoki were firstborn. How they appeared and where they came from IВ still do not understand (apparently, the dust gave birth toВ them), but it is quite certain that they were and are toВ this day. These beings do not have body and mind, soul and life aspirations, they simply are, are as the embodiment ofВ action and the exchange ofВ energy. Their whole essence and life lie inВ the fact that they simply dissect space, constantly exchanging energy with each other.

Conceptually, this world was not terrifying and terrible, and if it could frighten an uninvited guest, it was only byВ its incomprehensibility and novelty. No matter how it can sound, we create our own fear ofВ the unknown, giving everything new with our secret fears and putting on the mask ofВ mystery instead ofВ opening our soul toВ the new adventure.

It so happened that the world doesn’t have the matter in the form that we know. There is dust in it – the smallest elements that do not interact with each other because they don’t have a charge, and there are the hoki, that don’t have a body and possessing energy. It is strange, absurd, but true. While I was telling you about this world, we missed one moment! It is clearly fateful for the whole universe! One of sporting hoki understood. It is UNDERSTOOD that it was.

– Who am I?, she said.

– What is around me and why am I separated from it? Am I dissolved in it or does it surround me? But it’s not me, and I’m not it, “she continued.

Chaos and confusion grew inside the hoki. The panic grew in her unfathomed consciousness. – So! What to do? She thought.

And in a panic she started to run. Although the hoki were always in a swarm and did not depart from each other, she broke her life’s instincts; she overcame the instinct of obedience to the usual course of th