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There was a man in a garden, and that garden was covered in snow, and the only person the man could see was a snowman at the bottom of the garden. He tensed his bicep and his body followed through the rest of his arm, down through his pelvis to the tips of his toes, and he inhaled. And exhaled forcefully to rattle the icicles hanging on the wood by where he was sitting. This man watched the trees shake off the snow, jealousy for his attention all the branches followed, and the snow that fell off the branches began to melt the snow below. The man watched the ground disappear into a valley of lava straight into a darkened window of a castle guarded by a spellbound male dragon.

The valley dropped from a brow that poured lava behind a bridge that brought a temple to its foot. The temple was a duplicate of that elsewhere where the molten rock was replaced with water. The civilization that would have normally recited by that temple read Gurmukhi Script. Now the temple reflected metallic blue light that waved from the lava-fall, the rest of the crater walls were dark. A temple blocked without life just for the appearances for the dragon’s master.

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Inside the mind contained by Dev Esjah a thought of conducting an orchestra within his office walls was playing. Prof. Esjah was in his office in the university of Sasha under a light that reflected beech red hue off his table. Alone in the room he moved the light that illuminated the space and material around him. His hands were tightened around an invisible area of spherical size. Prof. Esjah stretched out an imaginary answer to float ahead of him; he stood with his arms and palms out building a foundation for this answer. He remained in thought staring at the perplexes of space between him, the possible answer, and the walls of his office; he was mapping his research of wisdom through years of knowledge. Using vast movements of interruptions and pauses, a continuous form of speech motored between his mind and sensed by his muscles of his fingers and thumbs, Prof. Esjah prepared the answer to reach standstill.

The ground crew called: “Fire in three, two, One!”

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“The Mulla started to praise Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji, “Baba Kalu Ji’s sons’ intellect is great. He has easily mastered the difficult language of Farsi.” People come to see the face of Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji to test his intellect. People are surprised at hearing his words. All of the people are praising Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji as his age is small but his intellect is great. By hearing the sweet words both the Hindus and Muslims they love Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji and remain happy and never upset or in pain.”

Adhyai 8:9