my surreal experience #6

Mrs. T ga liat, diam-diam aku ke tempatnya lagi untuk kedua kalinya.. sebuah gedung.. masuk, padahal pengen 'behind the scene'.. udah nyiapin alasan: 'buat asistensi + liat-liat dari tempat tinggi'.. ruang pertama: anak-anak cowoknya (anehnya itu si D yang anak ibu kosku!).. main basket, bola mantul-mantul sampai melewati kepala!..

lalu ke ruangan berkeramik kamar mandi.. cuaca agak mendung, siang-siang, ruangan tanpa lampu, jadi agak gelap.. aku maju ke ruang berikutnya, naik ke atas satu lantai lewat tangga.. sempit.. ada beberapa orang ternyata, ruang agak gelap juga, berkeramik kamar mandi.. orang-orang seperti di ruang tunggu.. men and women.. <10 orang, bangku fiber ala bus.. ngobrol pelan-pelan seem don't notice me (aku disangka orang 'biasa')>..

aku melihat sekitar situ ada tangga lagi, ke atas, sempit, pengen naik.. tau-tau ada anak kuliahan turun (berpakaian lengkap dan bawa tas dan buku).. <pasti kos-kosan>.. ga jadi, takut ketangkep.. oya, dibawah tangga aku naik itu sepertinya tempat nyuci..

aku turun dan turun lagi.. masih ada si D dan teman-temannya main basket di lantai bawah, mantul-mantul bola 'jedug-jedug' ke seluruh ruangan.. keluar gedung.. (udah petang?).. belum nyerah, pokoknya aku mau liat struktur taman perpus dari atas! oya, Mrs. T tadi lewat, pake skuter.. kayaknya ngeliat aku baru keluar dari gedungnya, tapi dia pura-pura ga liat.. most likely maklum dengan diriku yang suka penasaran, jadi dia ngeloyor pergi aja (sambil cekikikan pelan?)..

my surreal experience #5

aku diantar ibu melihat-lihat sebuah rumah mewah malam-malam.. gaya minimalis tapi kurvatif.. lampu bertahap dinyalakan saat kami melewati kamar demi kamar.. <boros listrik>.. tiap kamar banyak lampu, peletakannya hanya melihat estetika (memang SANGAT estetis jadinya), tapi boros (1 ruang bisa 3 lampu!).. kadang setelah beberapa lampu dinyalakan, muncul efek cahaya yang keren!..

aku ingat beberapa ruangan:
1. aula, kosong, luas, berselasar
2. ruang TV.. aku disuruh merasakan lembutnya bahan bantal-bantal bulu yang ada di sofa, tapi cuma sebentar.. lalu ada lampu di dekat TV, dinyalain.. uoh! so estetik dan inspirasional!.. sejuk dan manis rasanya.. tapi sayang harus cepat-cepat pindah ke ruangan lain
3. ruang TV besar (ruang keluarga).. "we've got this for green (nunjuk 1 bantal bulet gede), this for red, this for bla.. this for bla.." (intinya almost all the house dominan warna putih-kuning-sejuk, tapi di kamar ini diimbangi dengan warna-warna distinctive)

selanjutnya aku jalan-jalan sendiri tanpa ditemani.. kamar yang kusambangi berikutnya: terang, penuh benda-benda aneh (tengkorak kepala, artefak kuno, etc).. sempat merasa takut tanpa sebab.. ternyata kepala beruang awetan.. kuambil.. terbuka sebuah lemari.. puzzle!.. mau ambil kamera.. ada bapak.. ngobrol-ngobrol.. ternyata ini rumah bapak yang di Jawa!.. kepikir, "pokoknya 3 tingkat"..

[bangun]
[what a so-vivid, colorful, and beautiful dream! it's truly like experiencing a real calmingly aesthetical house!]

my surreal experience #4

papan tulis hijau, udah ada tulisan-tulisannya, guru belum datang.. pake kapur hijau terang, ada efek glow!.. <font-ny bagus, kayak Tempus Sans ITC, glow, ga ada coretan/salah pula, pasti gurunya sensitif terhadap estetika>..

aku duduk saja, kelas masih kosong.. lalu ada 2 orang masuk.. 1 orang lagi.. Miki, cewek gendut rada cerewet, mendekati dan mengajakku ngobrol.. aku lalu pindah ke 2 baris dari belakang, Miki doesn't follow me.. ngobrol dengan yang baru masuk yang lain..

Mr. BS langsung ngasih kuliah.. gayanya kayak yang waktu itu ngejelasin tentang Lacan tapi aku ga ngerti.. entah sekarang kuliah apa.. fisika quantum? tapi ga banyak rumus.. semiotika? hermeneutika? filsafat? pokoknya aura-aura seperti itu.. aku melihat dia menulis-nulis di papan tulis.. font-nya sama dengan yang tadi sudah tertulis di papan tulis itu..

[bangun]

my surreal experience #3

aku dalam sudut pandang orang ketiga, seperti nonton film dari jarak dekat (persis di lokasi syutingnya, ga lewat TV).. ceritanya, ada seorang pembunuh berantai lepas dari penjara-RSJ yang dibuat khusus untuknya.. sebuah rumah tua besar yang gelap dan lapuk.. ga ada yang menjaga orang itu, rantai dan tali-tali besar dianggap sudah cukup.. tapi ternyata salah besar, si pembunuh akhirnya bisa melepaskan diri.. orang itu adalah pria dewasa berumur 35an, berbadan ala atlet American football: kekar, besar, tinggi, ras kaukasian..

tiba-tiba lewat seorang gadis, posturnya berumur 25an, tapi ekspresinya masih sangat lugu.. penampilannya persis Ugly Betty: rambut keriting panjang, potongan culun, gigi kawat, kacamata tebal, baju ketinggalan zaman.. tipikal penjaga perpustakaan.. si Ugly Betty iseng ngebel rumah itu, ga ada yang menjawab.. mekaisme tali-tali bergerak seperti katrol terlihat olehku.. Ugly Betty pun hendak pergi, tapi si serial killer, setelah melihat siapa yang datang (mungkin tampang bisa dibodohi), membetulkan kembali mekanisme katrol belnya.. bel jadi berbunyi, Ugly Betty tertarik mendekati rumah itu lagi..

si pembunuh sudah berada di luar rumah.. disebuah ceruk tersembunyi.. begitu Betty datang, si serial killer 'mencegatnya' dan memasang wajah ramah, seperti gesture biasa saat cowok nggodain cewek.. Betty terkejut senang dan berkata, "kau.. atlet yang sudah lama menghilang itu!!".. ternyata Betty mengidolakan orang ini, langsung memeluk si atlet (si pembunuh memang berpakaian seperti atlet football, hanya saja tanpa helm.. bantalan bahunya menambah kesan kekar)..

my surreal experience #2

aku menjadi seorang gadis kecil, pake kaos dan rok, telanjang kaki.. seperti habis bangun dari tidur.. aku ada di sebuah kamar yang luas belum dicat, warna beton abu-abu gelap.. satu-satunya sumber cahaya berasal dari objek melayang statis entah apa, seperti kunang-kunang, berwarna putih, terang sekali.. tapi tidak cukup terang untuk menerangi seluruh kamar, efeknya seperti lampu LED dalam gua (hanya saja yang ini omni light).. di kamar itu hanya ada aku dan tempat tidurku.. tadinya aku tidur, tapi tiba-tiba terbangun karena ada laba-laba besar naik-turun diatasku.. ga biasanya aku takut laba-laba, tapi yang satu ini benar-benar agresif, seperti mengancam - atau malah panik ingin memberitahuku sesuatu?..

<ok,ok, aku bangun nih>.. tiba-tiba aku sudah diluar kamar, disebuah lorong.. si laba-laba ga keliatan lagi, waktu aku menengok ke belakang ke lubang pintu kamarku (ga ada pintunya), ada 2 sosok hantu, kepalanya celingak-celinguk keluar!.. hantu itu bentuknya seperti orang-orang tua, biasa, nothing scary, tapi bening.. instingku berkata kalau di dalam kamarku sekarang bermunculan hantu-hantu, makin banyak dan memenuhi kamar, dan aku tidak boleh ditemukan mereka!.. lalu aku lari sekencang-kencangnya, keluar dari bangunan itu.. diluar malam hari, tapi masih ada beberapa orang di halaman berumput.. aku minta toloong pada sebanyak mungkin orang untuk menyembunyikanku..

my surreal experience #1

aku jadi diiku sendiri, but mature posture.. di restoran kelas atas, duduk makan malam sendirian, puas, memandangi kota pada malam hari dibawah sana, lewat jendela yang besar dan memanjang seruangan restoran.. restoran itu penuh, tapi tamu-tamunya kalangan atas, jadi ga terlalu berisik.. tiba-tiba aku disamperin pelayan yang kayaknya curiga denganku "sendirian? kenapa?".. "saya suka aja sendirian".. lalu aku disuruh menuangkan anggur dari botol satu ke botol yang lain, padahal aku ga minum alkohol.. aku curiga orang ini polisi yang sedang melacak teroris dan 1/2 menuduhku teroris!.. aku cuek, toh aku ga bersalah, kutuang saja.. selesai juga, dan si polisi tampaknya puas, aku memang tak bersalah..

btw, waktu aku nuang anggur itu, orang-orang ngeliatin.. salah satunya tampak jelas sangat memperhatikanku menuang anggur itu.. seorang bapak-bapak tua berambut putih klimis berjas abu-abu, berdasi garis-garis miring.. tatapannya penuh kemarahan, entah padaku/'tersangka teroris' atau tes yang dilakukan polisi itu.. waktu aku selesai dites, ia bilang, sepertinya pada semua orang untuk menyindir polisi, "tes macam ini memang menyebalkan!".. lalu ia berdiri, pergi meninggalkan meja makannya, somehow aku tahu namanya Simon, aku tergerak menyusulnya, ternyata ia ke toilet pria.. aku berubah jadi pria 1/2 baya kulit hitam, kurang lebih seumuran dengan Simon.. tapi aku melihat dari sudut pandang orang ke-3.. ngobrol-ngobrol dengan Simon di toilet sambil membetulkan dasiku.. setelah selesai ngobrol, Simon keluar duluan, aku masih membetulkan dasi..

Dear God | divine music

Dear God,

Just wanna thank again, how I've got this exciting-eerie feeling after hearing such a beautiful song (I wont mention them here). I wont exchange/sell this deep experience with anything.

Best regards,

[little blue riding hood]

Dear God | my anxiety

Dear God,

Thanks for all the miracles You give me the last 4 years. Shall I mention it? I guess so. Well, somehow the ones I remember most are the miracles about Uncle Snowy, so here they are:

. Semar-knight connection
. Those joker cards in such places
. The personality type of the men in the games
. Gambler-snowy adventure clues (tons of them!)
. Circus clowns & magicians clues

And there're more miracles, as outstanding as like the aboves:

. Today You sent me Ar, who's got more or less same problem with mine: daydreaming - although she's unlikely a 5 (9ish). My God, I'll try to interpret it as positive as possible: You want me to learn from her mistakes, so I wont experience the same in the future (inspite of You didn't send her to me to give a sign that I'll experience just the same with her). But I also got Your message that You're the Most Tolerant - a trait that I barely recognize - seen from how You give her lots of chances: 2 delays, plus the anomality of the time stretch that one rarely gets.

. The sun's still shining, the earth's still standing tough to support my postponed assignments. There're no riots or chaos whatsoever to enrage more of my inner turbulence.

. This laptop is still working despite my reluctant to use it in supposed way.

. You still gives me flood of clues/treasures/apples through many ways, whether it's movies, songs, books, etc.

Now that I've seen more clearly the miracles You've given to me, I know You're capable to give me even more miraculous miracles to overcome this anxiety.

You know my God? I think now there's an advantage not to be a master, that is, I can give up my direction to something higher, like You, so I wont be necessary to generate a hard effort for anything. It wont be myself to blame, but that 'higher' something - my uplevel master.

I don't know how much actually You give humans the degree of free will. Even I start to doubt it now, for I found there's a possibility that it's ONLY YOU who posseses it, as all the universe, including the humans, is just in Your 'mind'. It could be You who controls us all, like I control Uncle Snowy.

Of course, if I were You, how come I can be such anxious about what other people might consider a little thing? Well, my theory is, it's just an illusion. You put before every creature, an illusion that makes us think we're not You or part of You.

Why? Why are You just giving me this anxiety if I wasn't meant to be anxious?? There're lots of things I do not understand, my God, and I don't know either I'm meant to understand or not but my intuition said I'm meant to. As I've come to understand that there might be some kind of illusion, now I want to understand the solution as well. Please God, how to uplift the veil from the truth of my strength?

And why on earth You give me things I don't like?? Why do You often hide the good behind the bad and vice versa? Well, I know, I know.. that I already knew an answer which You've already approved infact: You love to play hide and seek. And I also realize that I love it too. But I never knew that this game can sometimes hurt.

So now, I guess I'll ask You the things I really-really need to get through the game.

Please give me courage if You don't want to give me insensitivity.
Give me strength if You don't want to give me senso-neural immunity.
Give me adversity if You don't always want to give me things that I love.
Give me thrill in fight if You don't intend to give me excitement in flight.

And most of all, give me the penetrating eyes to see through Your persistent illusions.

With lots of pleads,

[little blue riding hood]

"Pengen aja..."

Uncle Snowy: "Hmmmm.. [smiling wide to Eagloo]"



Eagloo: "What?! What are you looking at? What are you up to? Kamu mau apa? Mau apa kamu??"

Uncle Snowy: "Cuma pengen senyum aja. Ga boleh?"

Eagloo: "Ga boleh! Everything must have REASON!"

One Strange Halloween Night

[tanggal asli penulisan: 090512]



[Knock, knock, knock!]

[I open the door.]

“Trick or threat?!!”

“You mean treat, of course! Wait a minute.”

[I’m about to fetch some candies.]

“No.”

[I stop, confused, looking at one of the two kids which wearing monster costume.]

“It’s threat.”

[She answers cooly. Then the other kid with ‘insane clown’ costume adds in cheerful tone, contrast with the ‘monster’.]

“If you refuse my ‘trick’methode, my friend here will give you ‘threat’ methode. Now, choose!”

<Me in healthy state>

[I contemplate.]

[I smile.]

“I choose BOTH!”

And I live happily ever after.

<Me in average state>

[I think.]

[I choose one of them.]

And I live an unbalanced life.

<Me in ‘black hole’ state>

[I slam the door.]

[I sleep.]

[And I experience a constant nightmare about the world in chaotic state every night.]

<Me, in the PRESENT time>

[I intuit.]

“I choose TRICK!”

Oh yeah. I’m still used to Uncle Snowy’s methode. I like Uncle Snowy, but I don’t know if I could like Uncle Harpy as well…

Uncle Snowy as Vampire Illusionist

[tanggal asli penulisan: 090512]



Ok, let's see.. Where am I?

Still in the 5th Labyrinth, the 2nd big turning: “The Intersections”. Uncle Snowy had introduced me to Uncle Harpy, but the training with him hasn't really begun - since I'm not yet ready for it.

Honestly, some how I've been attached to Uncle Snowy. I've started to understand him. The more I understand, the more I'm excited. It's simply a delightful feeling to know the difference between the creatures the Owner of the Labyrinth created: "Oh.. that's why you can rarely sad!" or "Oh.. I'm like this.. you're like that.. interesting!"

When Uncle Harpy was introduced to me, suddenly I felt that my time with Uncle Snowy will soon end. Really, I started to enjoy his joke, his tales and stories, his games, his silly riddles, his plays, his circus performances, his magic tricks, his surprises, his narcissism and shameless attitude, his bouncy gestures, his spontanity, his 'out of the box' methodes, his strange phobia of getting lost, his curiosity that sometimes threats my privacy, his relieving words that make me relaxed to face world problems, his happy way in approaching life.. even his pranks!



Despite my cynical attitude to him (boy, he never get bored by this sarcastic kid!!), deep down, I'll experience a great loss if he's away forever. But the Owner of the Labyrinth heard me, and gave me good news: Uncle Snowy will be my mentor (include as my Nemesis, my sparring partner) as long as I live!!

"That's rrrrrright, Maître! So, prepare for the next surprise!! Heheh.."

Something in me said that the upcoming Uncle Harpy will also be my permanent mentor. So.. there is Uncle Snowy, and there is Uncle Harpy - as long as I know now. Fine. Anything from the Owner of the Labyrinth will always suits me.

Anyway there’s more important point I’d like to write, still about Uncle Snowy.

***

“Wanna buy a cake, Miss?”

“No, Ma’am, sorry.”

It’s unbelieveable for me to see how much improvement I’ve made about my prediction to people’s behaviors. I, a semi-autistic, absent-minded person – if I may use the word ‘person’ – is being awaken, to become more aware of the environment! All the time, I only use my instinct for sensing danger (which is now proven that it always right so I can trust it fully). Then, in the present moment, I start to see that it can also be used in predicting human gesture in more neutral way: just to know what a particular person will do in some seconds forward.

That’s why, when I walked into canteen some hours ago, I knew already that one particular person about 5 meters from me, a mother carrying baby in a cloth sling guarding a bundle of white thin plastic bag, was not part of the ordinary people around her. Her appearence was very ordinary, though: white t-shirt, long trousers (jeans?), sandals, batik cloth sling, short-black (curly?) hair, had some wrinkles upon her face. What made her different, then? Before my mind could list and analyze consciously, “gesture of expecting attention, desperate face – so explicit to me, self-doubt, sense of urgent need to fulfill material things,” my instinct already said, “a saleswoman or some kind.. or could be an imposter as well!”. But actually, it’s not the gesture that made her ‘extraordinary’ in my eyes – it’s the aura. The aura of desperation. That was the real thing that made my mind generate or ‘break down’ the gestures which made it.

I also knew that she would approach me (but this ‘knowledge’ seemed come from nowhere, I just knew it). So I walked faster with my head looking the ground. But just as I thought, she gently interrupted my steps.

“Wanna buy a cake, Miss?”

I answered with a little smile, but without stopping, “No, Ma’am, sorry.”

It was a reflex. My unconscious mind and instinct of “Run away!!” led me. Now this is the real thing that I’d like to expand. About my tired mind. About me that sometimes can also be exhausted by life tricks.



My core desire to understand life had brought me to this juncture, the spot where I was introduced to Uncle Snowy by the Owner of the Labyrinth. There’s a credo written on the signage.

“To find the Truth, you must first know what is Truth. To know what is Truth you must also understand what is Lie.”

So, here I am, with Uncle Snowy since then. But this time somehow I found my self rather dizzy with his illusions. I stop forgiving anyone who played me fool. I give no chance to every potential trickster. I’m bored with those desperate faces, pleading voices, self-pitiness.. anyone who interpret me as semanticaly “can be fooled” or at the most true sense, “can help”. I’m bored with the guessing game – since I often lost from Uncle Snowy. I rarely be the winner.

“Hey, that’s not true! Vous êtes un maître, évidemment. Le maître des devinettes! Let’s give a try:

C'est un truand
Un gentleman
Un bon vivant
Étourdissant
Jamais perdant
Toujours gagnant…?”

“L'Arsène.”

“Eh, voilà!”

“Very witty. Very verrrry witty!”

“Oh don’t be so cynical, Maître. That’s your problem: you start to lose sense of humor!”

“I won’t deny it.”

“So what are you waiting for? Come, re-enjoy the game!”

“I’m just tired. I’m bored.”

“Alright. What do you want now?”

“I want some moment to rest my mind, out of the game!”

“Very well, it’s your lead. But remember your dream, Maître. The thing called ‘your ideal future’ will be full of lie-recognizing or truth-revealing.. anyway you’d like to call! I strongly suggest that you increase the stamina of your mind – and the endurance of the heart, body, and soul as well.”

“How?”

“One of the key is just be like me: enjoy the game!”

But I’m no Uncle Snowy. I need to ‘meditate’ so I can back to the game with the joy he always talked about. And here’s the result.

I’m not the one whose life is full of suffering, surviving, or struggling with the harsh world. I don’t need to worry about material things so I can focus all my resources to develop the abstract world of my mind. I grew up in a relatively supportive environment that self-pitiness can’t easily come to mind. I don’t know what the woman with the sad face come through. If I were her, I might do the same: approaching the potential person that maybe could at least accept her, that is to buy at least one of the cakes she offered. If I were her, there’s possibility that I might take the condition (anything that triggered her to try her luck selling cake on the road) even worse: do nothing, lay down, just like a depressed, irresponsible mother. Besides, if I recalled my memory now.. she was selling something – not begging! She indeed deserves an attention.

“Look at her carefully, kid,” suddenly Uncle Harpy said. “Now that’s what I called COURAGE!”

Oh dear me.. now I regret my attitude. But my mind found the reason why my instinct so strongly pushed me to ‘escape’ from her, beside my hatred to the probability of being fooled again (since her gestures were just like those of the tricksters I knew): it’s her EMOTION that overwhelmed me! Maybe I have no sensitivity in recognizing many kind of emotions, but I can acutely sense this one: the emotion that contains EXPECTATION. The more expectation put on me, the more I withdraw.

Expectation = To cling = To parasite = To drain

That’s right, Gentlemen: Vampire!

“Hahahaha... hoho..!! Now you suspect me of being a vampire?” Uncle Snowy broke.

“I don’t suspect you. I accuse you!”

“Hohohooo... alright, alright, I admit it! My tricks this time can drain your battery – if YOU let it! But what is life without variations, Maître. And... maybe it’s time for sharpening your forgotten blade!”

“Hein??”

“Le poignard vert, mon petit Eagloo, le poignard vert!”

“...no..”

Uncle Snowy nodded, grinning mischievously, while I slowly shook my head for I can’t believe what I’ve heard.

“No..”

“Ouh yeah..”

“You’re kidding. You’re always kidding!”

“Hey, not really! At least not this time.. and YOU KNOW that. Hehe..”

Then, with his well-known ‘springy’ steps, he moved forward while whistling and singing flamboyantly, leaving me with my storming brain.. and heart.

[Uncle Snowy Singing]

“…
Gentleman cambrioleur
A gagné le cœur.”



note:
The song excerpts: “L'Arsène” & “Gentleman Cambrioleur”
The comic excerpts: Pak Janggut (by Piet Wijn & Thom Roep)

Labyrinth V .challenge in hide-and-seek.

Labyrinth V .system of rain:rainbow.

"Pelangiku"

(performed by Sherina)

Titik - titik hujan, masih membasahi
Kala kau menyapa, pelangiku
Ingin kuberlari, jumpa bidadari
Bawalah aku pergi, bersamamu
Bisikkan kisah yang lucu
Nyanyikanlah lagu merdumu
Merah, kuning, jingga dan ungu
Sentuhkan warnamu dalam gaunku

Ingin ku menari
Hingga kau sembunyi
Rindu pelangiku, datang lagi



"Lane Navachi"

(Lunascape)

.  .  .

She does not like me.
She does not like me.

Somebody shot her in the rainbow on Lane Navachi,
She never ran to save her own life
in a pretty cold jail.

.  .  .

Hehe...

[my favorite puzzle room in Mystery Case Files-Ravenhearst]

Oh, look at the doll's head, and the menacing eyes...

Searching for Amaranthus gangeticus?

. . .

Caress the one

The never-fading rain in your heart

The tears of snow-white sorrow

Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth

In a land of the daybreak

Reaching, searching for something untouched

Hearing voices of the never-fading calling

. . .

-Amaranth, by Nightwish

A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden,

and the Amaranth said to her neighbour,

"How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent!

No wonder you are such a universal favourite."

But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice,

"Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time:

my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die.

But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut;

for they are everlasting."

-Aesop

I’ve been gathering my puzzles, but until this time, the vision of mine’s still covered with thick mists. All I see is just the siluet. What is the three-dimensional shape of my future life?

Roses are abundant all my way through the labyrinth. They’re distracting, deceiving, yet some are worth as temporary shelters when trivial storms come. But ‘temporary’ will always be ‘temporary’. I must find other elixir which can defeat the time: the Amaranth. Now, in this juncture of my 5^th Labyrinth, my heart can see it, but my eyes can’t – not yet.

What are you?

Where are you?

Mais, mes respectable visiteurs, don’t get me wrong, all the above words are just expressions, not complaints. I’m a kind of person that’ll never be exhausted en jouer a la cache-cache (playing hide and seek). Spending my life searching for answers, I never fail – never (at least referring to my experience on earth for 21 years). I believe this happen to every seekers as well. It’s just about context of time which I depend on the Owner of the Labyrinth who knows what’s best for us the hunters.

Alors mon Amaranth, nous continuons notre jouer a la cache-cache? B-)

NB:

Talking about playing hide and seek, it’s curious that I have never taken the role of hiding. Searching-finding-searching-finding, not searching-finding-hiding-found-searching…

Mais bien sure! C’est vraiment simple, evidement! Le solution est existe dans une histoire de l’éléphant et de la fourmi, plus un concept de le contexte. Voilà tout.

Labyrinth V: "The Perfect Scheme" .3.

Dear Mr. Frey,

First of all, I'd like to tell you that the letter you read by now is nothing more than an expression of my gratitude upon your acceptance to my project, my proposed solution to your particular problem.

It's very kind of you to trust that intricate puzzle of yours on my head and hands - I meant it. But maybe I made a mistake in your language. Look, what I'm going to say is, how many people trust me, a slow-headed mental tinkerer, an amateur treasure hunter, to look after their matters? Very little, undoubtedly. Then you must comprehend that it's really an honor to have a man of intelligence and ingenious leadership like you among my clients.

On top of that, I couldn't find any more pleasuring fact than to know that from your statement in our last meeting, you're willing to put my puzzle solution on to the real world - that is, to test my system. But since my solution is still on the way to its maturity, your understanding made you give me more time. The true deadline given by the outer labyrinth is within next 30 days. However, I'll make any probable effort that make me accomplish completing all the system details in the next 10 days.

I wish I could speak like Sherlock Holmes when he's assigned to catch Arsène Lupin in 10 days: "I swear it, on my honour." - then he indeed succeeded caught Arsène Lupin in 10 days. Well, I must confess that I couldn't promise anything in some exact-time for I now know that I'm even not mature enough yet to measure my capabilities of carrying out important matters.

But there's one thing to be sure: you could count on my words that I would never abandon my responsibilities at Frey's Square.

Sincerely yours,

Fin,
The Treasure Hunter

Labyrinth V: "The Perfect Scheme" .2.

failed? or just not it's time..yet?

why failed?

false metaphor? false sign?

false interpretation?

false measurement?

inadequate self-knowing?

or.. THE LABYRINTH'S GONE? ENTIRELY?! funny! ha! ha!



.  .  .

– En ce cas, Monsieur Lupin, ai-je tort de répéter que dans
dix jours ma besogne sera achevée ?

– Dans dix jours, oui, toute la vérité vous sera connue.
– Et vous serez arrêté.
– Non.
– Non ?
– Il faut, pour que je sois arrêté, un concours de
circonstances si invraisemblable, une série de mauvais hasards
si stupéfiants, que je n’admets pas cette éventualité.
– Ce que ne peuvent ni les circonstances ni les hasards
contraires, la volonté et l’obstination d’un homme le pourront,
Monsieur Lupin.
– Si la volonté et l’obstination d’un autre homme
n’opposent à ce dessein un obstacle invincible, Monsieur
Sholmès.
– Il n’y a pas d’obstacle invincible, Monsieur Lupin.
Le regard qu’ils échangèrent fut profond, sans provocation
d’une part ni de l’autre, mais calme et hardi. C’était le battement
de deux épées qui engagent le fer. Cela sonnait clair et franc.

– À la bonne heure, s’écria Lupin, voici quelqu’un ! Un
adversaire, mais c’est l’oiseau rare, et celui-là est Herlock
Sholmès ! On va s’amuser.

– Dix jours. Nous sommes aujourd’hui dimanche. De
mercredi en huit, tout sera fini.
– Et je serai sous les verrous ?
– Sans le moindre doute.

.  .  .

--ARSÈNE LUPIN CONTRE HERLOCK SHOLMES, Maurice Leblanc

Labyrinth V: "The Perfect Scheme" .1.

failed? or just not it's time..yet?

why failed?

false metaphor? false sign?

false interpretation?



.  .  .

– Allons donc, s’écria Herlock, en frappant la table du
poing, ce n’est pas à moi qu’il faut conter de telles sornettes.
Que les imbéciles s’y laissent prendre, soit, mais pas le vieux
renard que je suis.
– Ce qui veut dire ?
– Ce qui veut dire…
Sholmès prit un temps, comme s’il voulait ménager son
effet. Enfin il formula :
– Le diamant bleu qu’on a découvert dans la poudre
dentifrice est un diamant faux. Le vrai, vous l’avez gardé.

Arsène Lupin demeura un instant silencieux, puis, très
simplement, les yeux fixés sur l’Anglais :
– Vous êtes un rude homme, Monsieur.
– Un rude homme, n’est-ce pas ? souligna Wilson, béant
d’admiration.
– Oui, affirma Lupin, tout s’éclaire, tout prend son véritable
sens. Pas un seul des juges d’instruction, pas un seul des
journalistes spéciaux qui se sont acharnés sur ces affaires, n’ont
été aussi loin dans la direction de la vérité. C’est miraculeux
d’intuition et de logique.
– Peuh ! fit l’Anglais flatté de l’hommage d’un tel
connaisseur, il suffisait de réfléchir.
– Il suffisait de savoir réfléchir, et si peu le savent !

.  .  .

--ARSÈNE LUPIN CONTRE HERLOCK SHOLMES, Maurice Leblanc

Le Premier Faire de Réfléchir d'Arséne Lupin

What is all about?

What     is all       about  ?

What is          all about   .  ?

What           is          all about  .    .  ?

W    h   a t   i s   a l l   a b  o   u     t    .   .       .

--watch out: terribly bad french!--




[knock-knock]

"Qui est-ce?"

"Un ami. Vous me connaisez bien."

"...Entrée!"

"Bounjour M. Holmes! Je crois que ne vous derange pas."

"Mais non, M. Lupin. Qu est-ce que vous voulez ici?"

"Alors, Sherlock! Une visite justement ne nécessité pas de fonction concrete!"

Sherlock Holmes reste calme. Il le considéra des pieds à la tête, et d'un oeil à la fois si enveloppant et si aigu.

"Vous? Est-ce que vous vous imaginez que je crois que vous est un honnête homme?"

"Evidement, non! Mais crois-je mon respectable ami, je ne suis pas ici en intention mauvais, ainsi plus la peine de me déguiser avec vous.”

Un sourire de contentement plissa les lèvres minces du détective.

“Je crois. Puisque je vous permettez m’entrée. Allons au fait, M. Lupin! Qu’est-ce qui me vaut l’honneur d’une visite ?”

Soudain, le visage d’Arsène Lupin indique d’expression sérieux. Quel moment rare! Il dévisagea Sherlock profondément, puis il lui dit, les yeux dans les yeux.

“Le sens de la vie.”

[à suivre ..? jamais, peut être...]