Who Rules Our World?

„If the garbs are ruling us, and the ropes are ruling garbs, then who rules the ropes? Is it the Bubble, which holds our World? Maybe... indeed the Bubble – because the ropes are coiling down from the Yellow Transparent Dome. AHA. But then Who Rules Our Bubble?“. Giraffe had been swimming in his thoughts while walking out of the acacia grove. He passed by the glade, where the Little Fenimore had been playing Dodgeball.

- Howdy, Giraffe! – Fenimore waved his little white paw to his friend, - are you gonna join us?

- Kindness Be With You, Fenimore, but maybe later. Now I am possessed by the question of the Universe‘s importance.

- And what is the question?

- Who Rules Our Bubble

- Err... and who could rule our Bubble? – the Little Fenimore froze as a rose, and the ball bumped from his body side.

- Hurray! I hit you with a flying ball! – the Unicorn stood on his two back legs and flapped with his front hoofs. - You are out to the back line.

- Isn‘t it Us, who live inside this Yellow Bubble, ruling our world? – Fenimore‘s black fur bristled up from a single thought, that some invisible giant can turn, drag and swirl his Bubble left unnoticed. – But there is nobody else but Us here.

- And how do you know this?

- Simply because I know. You have to be much bigger than the World to be able to move it. Do you know anybody even close the size of our Bubble?

- There are more Bubbles as ours in the Universe – we see them passing by time to time.

- Yes, but have you ever seen any giant playing football with any Bubble nearby?

- No. But maybe somebody hit our Bubble before we started to live here, and now the Bubble as a ball is flying over the whole Universe to another player, who will catch it. And we are in the middle of the passing ball movement.

- Nonsense. Then why other Bubbles are passing our Bubble from different directions? Sometimes from the bottom, sometimes from the top, sometimes from the right?

- Oh, that's a great idea – I have to look at my astronomy records – which direction prevails. But it does not need to be a Giant to move our Bubble.

- What?

- Maybe it is Us, our Bubble, which is so tiny, that we don’t even mention what is happening in our Universe on a really big scale.

- Look, Gilberto, with all respect – here is the ball of our play. Can the ant grab it and throw it to the center of the dodge field, that the player won’t catch it? – the Little Fenimore walked by his team mate Morten. Then stopped, turned his snout up to see his hundred of brownish eyes: Please, excuse me, Morten, it is not about you – I had in mind your little cousins ants. But don’t you think, you could move our World?

Morten slowly shook his head and crawled on his six legs back to his anthill, which cap topped over the acacias grove in the west. Giraffe looked after and lowed:

- How much do we know what is outside our Bubble? What is really happening in our Universe?

- We know enough not to worry, Giraffe. We rule our Bubble as much as we live inside. And nobody rules our bubble from outside, because our Yellow Dome is transparent – we should immediately see any intruder.

- But what about the ropes?

- What about the ropes?

- Who rule them?

- And who rules us?

- The Ropes.

- What?

- Ropes rules the garbs. Garbs rules us.

- Why you say that? Garbs are not “ruling” us – they let us enter the magic play, where we transform into unimaginable beings of the play, and guide us through whole play. We act there. We live there. It is a real play. I am looking forward, when it will be my turn to enter that play. Strange, why it takes so long to wait my turn… But probably it is because everybody wanna play it, and the play field supports just a particular number of players. I can’t figure out, what is actual number of maximum players, because in some instances there are over 100 of players – as when I was taken to play the Cat in Boots and had to deal with Olaf. You remember that blond woodman? So he was turned into a 40 feet giant – I could easily fit within a hole between his front teeth!

- Yes, I remember. And sometimes you are meeting just one more player, as in that cruel play, where I had to act a naïve giraffe, who believed the wicked talks of the tiger Guile that they are one family. When I had been brought to act that play for the fifth time, I suddenly realized I don’t wanna feel the weight of the old tiger, plunging his jaws around my soft neck, regardless that I get back unharmed from the play. It is just… sad to realise that I cannot change the action. And I personally think it is stupid to just believe sweet talks.

- I agree, sometimes the play is not that entertaining as you would wish to. But that is a part of the game – don’t think just of yourself. Think about other players – have you asked the tiger, how did he feel after the play?

- Definitely Yes. First time he said “interesting”. Second time “splendid”. Fifth time he didn’t said anything – just looked at my neck and moved his tongue around his lips.

- Don’t worry, Giraffe, that TIGER IS harmless and peaceful.

- Yes, I know. At least, HE WAS. But I am worried not about the tiger. I am worried that playing the same play over and over again we start to change ourselves. What if I don’t want to change? What if I want to stay me? What if I don’t want to act in plays, which do not honor my values?

- Err… Never thought of that. But if you refuse to play, who else could take a part on being the Giraffe in a play? There is only one single Giraffe in our World – and it is You! Besides, I like to play. I wish I could play every day. And I personally agree to loose in one game, to win in another. I just like to play. The more I play, the more I learn the Play. And the more I learn the Play, the more I understand it. Don’t you agree?

- But Fenimore, just imagen what we could do, if we would know who moves our Bubble, our ropes and our garbs. Don’t you think, we could find how to ask Him or Her to make us a list of plays that we could CHOOSE from that list which plays we want take a part?

- But there is nobody who rules our Bubble but ourselves.

BUMPT! The ball hit the Little Fenimore again.

- Feni! Are You coming or what? Its your turn to return to the field.

- Coming! Just A Minute!

- BUT WHAT IF I WOULD FIND the Ruler?

Giraffe sounded serious. Fenimore made a pause: Then I would appreciate to learn it from you.

- Dear Fenimore, I highly value your passion to dispute my philosophical findings with me. It helps me to deepen my understanding of the aspects of my research. I grant you the first hand to learn this.

Cat the Fenimore rushed back into the field. Giraffe wrote into his task planner: “Cat the Fenimore rushed back into the field. Giraffe took the pencil from behind his left ear. Then wrote into his task planner, made of the pale mapple leaves: “Year 364, month of Golden Goose, day no.49, 6 hours after the Midday. Goal: Find out, Who Is the Ruler. Task 1: Look at astronomy records – which direction of bubbles’ movement prevails”.


2017-05-03 Kaunas. Marius Mikulėnas

Ouch! I Got Acacia’s Thorn In My Tongue!”

A Philosopher Giraffe Gilberto III stood by the end of the Acacias grove and champed the sweet top of sprouts. He watched how four ropes – Yellow, Violet, Black and almost visible White – had been coiling down from the Sky Sphere’s Vault. Each rope, as a snake, had a sparkling Amethyst garb holding between their teeth. “It’s the time for somebody to play a role” Giraffe thought.

Three piglets wearing the firemen helmets jumped off the bushes. A Wolf in the white with pinky hearts trousers run behind and yelled: “WAIT! YOU. TOO. FAST!”.

The elder piglet turned around and demanded: “IF YOU TOO SLOW – YOU CANT PLAY ROUND UP WITH US”.

- Yes! Let’s play Hide and seek! – the fattest OINKER and leveled up the helmet, which kept sliding from his left ear.

- Oh, no, no! Not Hide and Seek again! It is so boring to wait till this Wolf will find us all. – The voice of the youngest piglet had been hardly heard from inside the helmet. – Pursue us, Wolf!

But the Wolf wasn’t fast enough to hum “Aoww”, as the Yellow rope wrapped around him hundred coils into a tight knot and dragged him into the sparkling grab. The amethyst smoke puffed … and the Wolf with pink trousers turned into the Big Bad Wolf, scaling his long teeth. He turned to three piglets and stared at them with his blood filled eyes without blinking, deciding which piglet he should eat first.

- A…. maybe we should stick to our Round Up, - oinked the fat Piglet and headlong jumped into the green wall of the corn field, galloping back to his wooden shelter. The White rope, looking like a thin long smoky cloud with the sparkling grab in front coiled behind.

The Wolf raised his muzzle, wet from the dribbling slobber, towards the sky: “Aoooowwwwww!”

- WAIT FOR ME! – The junior piglet shrieked beneath the fireman helmet and hopped into the green wall of corns, too. As well as the black rope with the sparkling grab.

- Gosh, Wolfe! Are you up to try to eat my brothers again?! Trying to get into MY BRICK HOUSE through that narrow chimney? How many more times do I need to spoil your grey fur in the pot of boiling potatoes, before you will realize that eating pork is harmful to the health?! And after this performance, WHAT? Are you going to beg us to nurse you and your hot ribs, too? HOW FED UP I AM WITH ALL THIS!

The Violet rope had been hanging above the piglet’s head. Waiting, till he finished his monologue – that lonely speech. Then grabbed him into its coils and pushed into the sparkling grab. PUFF! A heavy Dire Hog run out of the ball of the Amethyst’s smokes. Long Fangs curving out of the Hog’s Snout seemed ready to pin the corns to the sky. His little narrow eyes from behind his tumbled eyebrows assessed the Strength of the hairy Wolf, standing in front and dangling his grey tangled tail impatiently: „What A Big Beast!“. Meanwhile, the Hog didn‘t dared to start the fight first.

The Wolf slowly turned around and entered the crops chasing after the disappeared pigtails.

„Shoo, you fool...“ the Hog thought and jogged to his brick house by the far end of the corn field to wait till his brothers will rush in.

Our Philosopher Giraffe squinted at the sun: has it moved its eyes into the direction where the Wolf run off? Has it lightened his path with a ray, brighter than the light of the day? - Ouch! – bleated Giraffe. He just got the thorn of acacia into his tongue from the sweet sprouts he had been slowly champing. After another second Giraffe blubbered: AHA! I KNOW THAT SOMEBODY SHOULD CONTROL THESE ROPES!

KAS VALDO MŪSŲ PASAULĮ?

„Jeigu kostiumai valdo mus, o kostiumus – virvutės, tai kas valdo virvutes? Burbulas, kuris apglėbęs laiko mūsų Pasaulį? Gal ir burbulas – juk virvutės nusileidžia iš burbulo sferos skliauto viršaus. AHA. O kas tada valdo mūsų Burbulą?“. Taip susimąstęs Žirafa išžingsniavo iš akacijų giraitės. Priemiškio šešėlyje žaidė Mažylis su draugais.

      - Sveikas, Žirafa, - pamojo iš tolo juoda pūkuota letenėle Mažylis, - ar prisijungsi prie mūsų žaidimo?

      - Ačiū, Mažyli, kad vėliau – dabar turiu rasti atsakymą į Visatos reikšmės klausimą.

      - Visatos?!

      - Kas valdo mūsų Burbulą.

  

      - Ėėė... o kas valdo mūsų Burbulą? – Mažylis sustingo vietoje ir kamuolys atsitrenkė į jo šoną.

      - Valio! Išmušiau tave, Mažyli, iš kvadrato – eik į galą, - sumojavo kanopomis Vienaragis ir atsistojo piestu ant dviejų užpakalinių kojų.

      - Argi ne mes, kurie gyvename šiame Burbule, jį valdome? – Mažyliui pasišiaušė kailiukas nuo minties, kad kažkas nematomas gali stumdyti ir sukinėti jų Burbulą kaip nori. – Taigi be mūsų nieko daugiau nėra.

      - O iš kur tu žinai, kad nėra?

      - Taigi pats pagalvok – tam, kad pajudintum tokį didelį Burbulą kaip mūsiškis, turi būti už jį dar didesnis. Žiūrėk – štai mūsų kvadrato kamuolys. Ar gali skruzdėlė griebti šį kamuolį ir sviesti į kvadrato centrą taip, kad jame stovintis žaidėjas jo nepagautų? – Mažylis praėjo pro užribyje stoviniuojantį komandos draugą Morteną. Visgi susigriebė, atsisuko, užrietė snukutį į viršų, kad geriau matytų šimtą rudų akių: Atleisk, Mortenai, čia ne apie Tave. Tu – didelis skruzdėlys. Aš apie tavo mažąsias pusseseres. Bet argi tu sugebėtum pajudinti mūsų Burbulą?

Mortenas papurtė galvą ir įsižeidęs nuropojo šešiomis kojomis atgal į gigantišką skruzdėlyną, kurio viršūnė kyšojo virš akacijų giraitės vakaruose. Žirafa pažiūrėjo pavymui ir numykė:

      - Aš taip negalvoju. O  gal mūsų Burbulas yra toks mažutis, kad mes net nepastebime gigantiškų dalykų vykstančių Visatoje? Ką tu žinai, kas randasi Burbulo išorėje?

      - Kaip kas – kiti Burbulai, kuriuos matome praskriejant. Vieni šviečia ir per teleskopą galime matyti jų gyventojus. Kiti tamsūs – ten pripažįstu, nežinau kas gyvena. Bet niekad nemačiau jokio gigantiško gyvio, spardančio, svaidančio ar kitaip sukinėjančio burbulus. Tai galvoju, kad burbulų niekas nevaldo.

Bumpt! Kamuolys atlėkė ir pataikė Mažyliui į kitą šoną.

      - Mažyli! Tu ateini ar ką? Tavo eilė mesti!

      - Einu! Tuoj! – Mažylis pasisuko į Žirafą, - Kai rasi atsakymą, pasidalinsi su manim?

      - Mažyli, tu kaip ištikimas filosofijos gerbėjas, sužinosi atsakymą pirmas!

      2017-05-03 Kaunas. Marius Mikulėnas

Ai! Akacijų Spyglys Mano Liežuvyje!

Filosofas Žirafa Žiugrafas III stovėjo akacijų giraitės pakraštyje ir čiaumojo saldžių šakelių ūglių viršūnėles. Jis stebėjo, kaip iš Burbulo viršaus žemyn rangėsi keturios virvutės  – Geltona, Violetinė, Juoda ir vos įžiūrima Balta, dantyse įsikandusios po žėrintį kostiumą. „Kažkam atėjo metas vaidinti“ galvojo Žirafa. 

Iš krūmų iššoko trys paršeliai su gaisrininkų šalmais. Iš paskos išbėgo Vilkas su baltais triusikais rožinėmis širdelėmis ir suriko: PALAUKIT! NESPĖJU! 

Vyriausias paršelis atsisuko ir rėžė: Jeigu padusai, tai nėra ko su mumis žaisti gaudynių!

- Taip, pažaiskime Slėpynių! – nudžiugo storiausias KRIUKSIS ir pasitaisė vis smunkantį raudoną šalmą. 

- O ne, ne, tik ne Slėpynių, atsibodo laukti, kol šitas Vilkas suras mus visus.- jauniausio paršelio balsas buvo vos girdimas iš po visai ant galvos užgriuvusio šalmo. – Vykis, Vilke!

Bet Vilkas nespėjo ir amtelti kaip Geltonoji virvutė apsirangė aplink jį, surietė į ožio ragą ir užvilko žėrintį kostiumą. Kostiumas sužaibavo, puftelėjo Ametisto dūmų debesėlis ir Vilkas rožiniais triusikais virto į Piktą Nasrus Iššiepusį Vilką, kuris atsigręžė į tris paršiukus ir, krauju pasruvusiomis akimis, nemirksėdamas rinkosi, kurį suėsti pirmą.

- Gal visgi bėgam žaisti Gaudynių – sukriuksėjo storasis Paršiukas ir paknopstomis šoko į kukurūzų lauką atgal į savo medinę trobelę. Baltoji virvutė kaip siauras plonas debesėlis su žėrinčiu kostiumu nusirangė iš paskos. Vilkas pakėlė šlapią nuo varvančių seilių snukį į dangų ir užstaugė.

 

- PALAUK IR MANĘS! – sužviegė iš po gaisrininko šalmo jauniausias paršelis ir nušokavo pavymui. Juodoji virvutė su kostiumu irgi. 

- Ech, Vilke Vilke, tai ką? Vėl pas bandysi suėsti mano brolius? Vėl brausiesi pas mane į namus per kaminą? Tai kiek kartų turėsiu šutinti tavo kailį verdamų bulvių puode, kol suprasi, kad ėsti kiaulienos nesveika? O paskui vėl turėsime tave slaugyti? KAIP MAN VISA TAI NUSIBODO! 

Violetinė virvutė kybojo Vyriausiam Paršeliui virš galvos. Palaukė, kol jis baigė savo monologą – vienišą kalbą, stvėrė į glėbį, suraizgė, įgrūdo į žėrintį kostiumą ir PUFT! Iš Ametisto dūmų kamuolio išbėgo rambus Šernas su riestomis į dangų iltimis.

Savo siauromis iš po uždribusių antakių akutėmis Šernas nužvelgė priešais stovintį gauruotą Vilką, mataruojantį nekantriai ilga susivėlusia uodega: „KOKS DIDELIS ŽVĖRIS!”. Šernas į atvirą kovą su Vilku stoti pirmas nedrįso.

Vilkas kurį laiką pastovėjo, tada lėtai apsisuko ir nėrė paskui kukurūzų lauko sienoje pranykusias riestąsias Kriuksių uodegytes.

„Ech, tu, kvaily...“ pagalvojo Šernas ir nurisnojo į savo mūrinę trobelę kukurūzų lauko pakraštį laukti parbėgančių savo brolių. O mūsų filosofas Žirafa prisimerkęs į dangų pažiūrėjo į ryškiai šviečiančią saulę: ar jam pasirodė, ar jos akys iš tikrųjų pasisuko į ten, kur nubėgo Vilkas? Ar iš tikrųjų jam kelią nušvietė ryškesniu už dienos šviesą spinduliu?

- Ai! – subliuvo Žirafa. Jis ką tik įsidūrė sau į liežuvį spygliu, kurio nepastebėjo čiaumodamas saldžiuosius akacijos ūglius. Po akimirkos Žirafa užbliovė: AHA! ŽINAU, KAD KAŽKAS TURI VALDYTI VIRVUTES!”. 

      2017-05-03, Kaunas. Marius Mikulėnas