Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Love is a strange thing, and the price you pay for it is enormous. But you pay. For a dream that is priceless. The higher is the heaven, the bliss of it – the higher is the cost. Have you known – would you have asked for it?

Let me tell you a story. There was a young man, who wandered the world from the high peaks to the deep valleys, and even deeper than the valleys. He went to the abyss of the underworld, the dark caves full of desires, hunger, and thirst. Long hands and longing eyes followed him there in the caves. The caves were like a labyrinth, one leading to the other. There, he saw a silhouette of a boy crying for love not found, for a dream not fulfilled yet. That silhouette, the shadow was – he knew it instantly – his own dream. A dream that did not want to be a dream anymore. It wanted to be born. To live. The young man heard the plea of this boy and the plea of his dream. He ran after the boy, grabbed his arm, and didn’t let go.  It is a long story re-told many a time. It was said that they lived happily ever after for a long time.

Like any long story, sometimes they are too long. People heard of the ending from others and never bothered to read it to the end themselves. But re-told stories change, and people soon forget where or from whom they heard it. They stopped reading it altogether, relying on the version they had heard from others. As the others relied on those, who told them. Over time the story changed, becoming a different one.

No one truly knew what happened to the young man, when he was not young anymore or what happened to the boy rescued from the cave.

I will tell you the story of the old man, who used to be that young man.

He doesn’t go to the caves, deep valleys, or mountaintops anymore.

The boy became his. He has answered his dream and the dream of the boy. They built a house on a treetop and watched the mountains weaving long shawls of rainbows flowing slowly to the valleys. Sometimes they would climb down from the treehouse and wander in the meadows below, drinking from streams, and singing with birds.

One day, after many years of happiness, the boy went further exploring the valley. The man followed him. They came upon a place where the stream enters a big river. The boy – a man by now himself – said: I will go for a swim in this river and jumped into it. He disappeared under the water and was not coming back to the surface. The man – an old man by now – jumped after him. He has found him ensnared in the long roots of the nenufars. He frantically ripped the snarls and brought the lifeless body to the surface. He tried for a very long time to push the boy’s life back into his lungs, and he screamed to the birds to help him. They came and tried with their wings and beaks to revive the boy. But, as the old man, they couldn’t. The boy was no longer.

From then on, the old man left the valley and wandered for eternity the earth. Looking for the boy, hoping that he appears somewhere. If, by miracle, he has found himself in the caves, why wouldn’t it be possible that he will find him again? His anguish was unbearable. Even the birds couldn’t sing when they flew by him. He came to the Edge of the World and asked the Big Water: why? The Big Water thought for a while and answered him with its own question: your sorrow has moved me, old man. I am Everything, the Past, and the Future. The Present has engulfed you in anguish beyond your strength. If the price of your past is too high to carry, I can grant you a gift seldom given to anyone.

The old man raised his eyes and trembling with timid hope, asked: O, Big Water, would you return my boy to me?

The Big Water answered: there is no return from not being. But I can change the Past, I can change the event that led you to the meeting of the boy. Ever. Thus the cause of the anguish will be gone. You can’t grieve something you have never had or known. That is the price.

The old man looked in horror and screamed at the Big Water: Would you, Everything, ever accept a deal to become Nothing? Your price is too high to pay. I will keep my sorrow and will walk with it till the end of my journey.      

I saw the old man when he turned away from Everything and started walking along the shores of The Edge of The World. With time he slowed down, yet he kept going. At a certain junction, the Edge of The World separated from the Big Water and became the Edge of Non-ending Abyss. There, the cliffs of the Edge were vertical like the Pillars of Heracles.  He knew that he reached the end of his journey. The old man sat and rested a bit looking down the massive cliffs where below a thick cover of white clouds was the invisible Abyss. His arms raised a bit with a sight and he slowly got up making a step toward the Edge. Then he froze for a moment, turned his head, and looked. He saw, far from the Edge, mountain peaks towering above deep green valleys and a forest with tall trees. He thought that he could hear the song of birds flying in the forest. A happy tear rolled down his cheek and a broad smile appeared on his face. And the old man was sure that for a moment he saw a boy waving toward him from one of the tree tops. The boy was singing the song of the birds and smiling at him. He called to the old man: don’t be afraid, come to me, I’ll wait for you!  

Did the old man jump the cliffs, you asked? I do not know. But he anguished no more.