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After years of exploration, you finally
discover the machine. It's a ginormous
machine, with many parts, many gears.
There are a fixed number of points
on the body of the machine, and they
power the entire structure.
The machine is connected
to a brain — and whatever the brain
imagines, the machine makes it
(The machine can make anything that the brain
can think).
Each point on the body
of the machine expires after 80 years—
and the machine recycles
The machine is housed in a room, and outside
it's sunny, there are sunflower fields
that stretch for miles after miles; then they
connect to a pine forest.
After the pine forest — begins a mountainous
The room is an octagon, and it has
eight doors; one of these doors is always
open, and it leads to a place called
"deep space": it is a place where the Machine
stores created objects; it miniaturizes
them, and brings them to the size of an atom.
The machine then sends these objects
to the deep space.
The machine destroys these stored objects
after every six months.
The other doors in the room
are closed, and nobody has ever opened
The brain is endowed with
self~consciousness — and it has self-destroyed
itself several times. But each time
it has self-destroyed, the OCTAGON has
brought the machine back to life.
Each time the brain has self-destroyed, it
has felt excruciating pain.
Because of this, the brain has developed
hatred for the octagon.
The brain now wants to oust the octagon
from its position of power.
But you can not oust the room, as long
as you are in the room. To become
the room, you have to get outside
of the room.
And to get outside of the room, you have to open
one of the closed doors.
The doors are password~protected.
To get the password — the brain has made
a computer, and is running a brute-force
(ie., permutation combination) attack.
It will take 50 years for the program to complete.

I have opened an orphanage center
for stray cats. I do not know why I love
cats; but I can spend 50 years with
After fifty years, I shall go to heaven
with them.
In heaven, we shall be able to change our body,
as we change clothes.
There, I shall open a cloth factory, and
design clothes in innovative softwares.

'Love, whose perfect type is woman, divine
and human blending, love for ever
and ever and ever, wins
us onward, still ascending.'


Hegel (author) from 26.3452° N, 89.4482° E on February 28, 2021:

Thank you. Mr. Rajan.

We have been bombarded with religion and spirituality so much, that we do not find them to be tasteful anymore. I'm exploring spiritual subjects from a Jungian perspective. I'm glad that you liked it. I thank you again.

Ravi Rajan from Mumbai on February 28, 2021:

This is beautiful and mysterious. For me, the Octagon can mean so many things, from our lives to even the 8-headed Chinese monster of the ancient world that rules the vagaries of our fates. Thanks for sharing Tannoy.

Hegel (author) from 26.3452° N, 89.4482° E on February 28, 2021:

Thank you, Maya.

You live near the ocean. I do think that the human mind is like an ocean. Literature is an instrument by which we explore its depths. And the more we explore it, the calmer it becomes.

I know you do not comment very often. Hence I really appreciate your comment.

We are connected on this online platform, and I would like to read more of your work. I thank you again.

Hegel (author) from 26.3452° N, 89.4482° E on February 28, 2021:

Thank you, John.

These poems are becoming a mindful adventure because of the Internet, and also because of what Maven/HubPages are doing. Although we live far away from each other, because of the Internet, our minds are converging towards a singular direction.

The more we write, the more convergence will occur. I thank you for initiating this convergence.

Maya Ellenson from Hobe Sound, Florida on February 27, 2021:

Deep and beautiful composition with thoughts rolling like smooth waves onto your mind.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on February 27, 2021:

You amaze me! Thank you for this mindful adventure, Tanmoy.

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