us descend into our underground world (continued)
at these roses, how aromatic and beautiful they are, and how their downy
chests smile amorously at the sunrays, whisper with them amiably and kiss
Have the Armenian
girls ever visited these roses to congratulate them for their luminous
inclinations? Look at these beautiful temples. What architectural
beauty demolished by the impact of time.
Time and science...How
everlastingly parallel they are.
Can’t you see
parallelism between these ruins and theological meditations? How expressive
is that parallelism?
It is, now,
time to build new temples on new foundations with new architectural ideas
The new temples
should be built upon the indestructible scientific foundation.
You said scientific
indestructible foundation: But science is not indestructible. With
new discoveries we destroy the older ones and build the new ones...
The new Faith
and the new temples will continue to stay unharmed for a certain time under
the many critical storms of civilization, but the spirit of science will
move toward the discovery of perfect laws may greatly affect philosophical
We can say
science can direct the philosophical thoughts and control their meditations.
Look at the
chemical, physical and astronomical works done in Armenia. All those create
new spirit and new Faith.
of this new Faith is not going to be built with cement and timbers. Its
walls will be composed of the Armenian mountains, with the blue sky overhead
as its ceiling and the new spirit of Faith and Temple, Armenia proper,
looked at me, smiling, then murmured... “I think both of us passed the
limit. Let’s have a drink.
You have never
been here before but you may have imagined it.”
“What is this?”...I
asked, seeing a group of nude girls scattered around in the vineyard drinking
something in the glasses held in their hands.
But why are
they drinking, when they themselves are respirable inspiration?
We went over
there and joined them. They already knew us so there was no need of presenting
ourselves to them. An embrace with the nudes followed.
as if we are unknown to one another”, said one of them called Nounig.
I, who in my
entire life had never drunk wine, started to drink with Nounig. Everything,
instead of getting foggy looking, became brilliant and unusually beautiful.
The panorama spread before me.
exclaimed Diavolos with eyes reddened from the wine. “I know you are thirsty..you
come from the desert. Drink and don’t be afraid that your mind will
become cloudy. Fog and clouds disappear from the smell of wine, your imagination’s
flight will be stronger and an unknown voice will come to your ears, from
that only women are naked here and not the men”, I murmured.
“The men are
naked too, but we can’t see their nakedness. Only the women can.
Isn’t that right my dear?” Said Diavolos to his girl friend, laughing.
you come over here my dear?” Asked Nounig. “You still belong to the other
world, to the territory of Moush. You smell the soil. The soil of
your cultivated land.”
I said. “I am a newcomer, a tourist, but how I wish to become one
will come as a permanent resident.”
“Will I ever
meet you...and live with you?” I asked.
“Yes! Of course.
We are an inseparable pair. Am I not your own dream?”
I am to hear those words from your mouth: I love you, Nounig”...
“It isn’t I
who you love. You love yourself. Am I not the essence of your soul...a
fragment of it...I am you and you are me...two coexistent forces.
Sexual instincts are connected to them as a secondary force, a feeble connecting
force. If that were the only connecting force between us, it would be a
very feeble and insufficient entity. It can’t give your imagination
feather to fly with the eagles toward floating clouds. It keeps you
in his arms trembling from uncontrollable forces and going down, down toward
the enchanted sleep.
Do you want
to fly? Here is my chest. Suck my exhilarating milk, the vin blanc in order
to change your terrestrial organism and fly toward the blue and starlit
In the immense
space, there are places where the human or other beings don’t know what
family is, what country is, what nation is and what social laws are.
short-lived satisfaction doesn’t exist. Everything is fresh and lively...smiles,
laughter, kisses, love of flight, celestial concerts...and radiant dreams.
Lay your head
on my chest, press your face upon my breasts and open your eyes to new
and unknown horizons and a new and unknown world. From the colorful roses
and pastures an intoxicating music spread all over. Streams play amiably
with the rays of the sun, romantic creations from unknown poets dance gracefully
with the hushed wind...everlasting struggle between positive and negative
from my milk are always fresh and warm.
can’t understand mentally...you can’t because the human organism is built
in such a way that the first impression is fresher and stronger than the
second or third, or...
You can’t imagine
that the quality of an impression repeated a thousand times can have the
same strength and freshness as the original, because you are still connected
with the other world above.
We have already
preserved your speaking ability. There are places very, very far from here
where beings are deprived of their speaking ability and their mental activities
can probably be seen once and be interpreted. There are no secrets for
them. Everything is plain and open, everything is open and evident.
It is possible
to consider those beings as mental pictures deprived of individuality.”
drink...” said Nounig, smilingly, and took me in her arms.
of beings were celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of the Independence
of Armenia a dark and enervated cloud now began to recite an epic poem
of his own creation. “How can one cooperate with blood thirsty criminals
and make him become an ally to our sublime dreams?”
“How can we
neglect the noble cause of our Armenian brothers and become silent to the
cries of one and a half million massacred friends of ours?” cried one from
the World’s Council of Justice.
deep silence reigned all over... and from the heartless hearts a
sarcastic smile covered the faces, neglecting to hear the voice of justice.
A Christian leader of Christian Europe got up from his seat, silently approached
the Turk, stopped in front of him amiably, and, with a tender smile, shook
of spirits crowding the banks of the Aradzani river cried out angrily...”Shame!...Shame!...you
criminals...you Christian criminals.”
The army, with
its machine guns, artillery and airforce began to move toward Armenia.
While the Christian
fathers hypocritically were praying for the salvation of Armenia, churches
were organizing festivities for the victory of their criminal forces.
Godless Heaven...Why did you mislead us with your senseless prayers to
destroy the pagan temples and build churches on their ruins?” was heard
the help given to the criminals, Stalin approached silently and
laid a kiss upon the forehead of the Turk and with a diabolical smile on
his face, made him the loathsome owner of Mount Ararat.
of the fiftieth anniversary became stormy and a voice from the depth of
the underground world screamed!
you offer Ararat to the Turks?”