“A
swamp lies there below the hill,
Infecting
everything I’ve done:
My
last and greatest act of will
Succeeds
when that foul pool is gone.
Let
me make room for many a million,
Not
wholly secure, but free to work on.
Green
fertile fields, where men and herds
May
gain swift comfort from the new-made earth.
Quickly
settled in those hills’ embrace,
Piled
high by a brave, industrious race.
And
in the centre here, a Paradise,
Whose
boundaries hold back the raging tide,
And
though it gnaws to enter in by force,
The
common urge unites to halt its course.
Yes,
I’ve surrendered to this thought’s insistence,
The
last word Wisdom ever has to say:
He
only earns his Freedom and Existence,
Who’s
forced to win them freshly every day.
Childhood,
manhood, age’s vigorous years,
Surrounded
by dangers, they’ll spend here.
I
wish to gaze again on such a land,
Free
earth: where a free race, in freedom, stand.
Then,
to the Moment I’d dare say:
‘Stay
a while! You are so lovely!’
Through
aeons, then, never to fade away
This
path of mine through all that’s earthly. –
Anticipating,
here, its deep enjoyment,
Now
I savour it, that highest moment.
(Faust
sinks back, the spirits of the dead take him and lay him on the ground.)”
Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe
The “here, my son, time turns into space” in Parsifal refers to (1) the island; and (2) is a solution to the island. It all comes together in LOST, which secretly deals with bodhisattva: Mitleid, hence the Buddha. And karma and Maya. What was precisely not solved in VALIS (“pity’s highest power”) is at last solved at the end—as the end—of BTA: compassion as the bodhisattva or Buddha to be: viz: one attains Nirvana—escape from the island via the pulley—due to compassion—i.e., Mitleid, which solves the horizontal timeline. Pity is the fourth spatial axis.
This can be expressed best by: the way back onto the island—what the bodhisattva chooses (to do)—is, paradoxically, the way—the only way—off of the island.
Philip K. Dick
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