The Dreamer Awakens- With Joy

The Dreamer awoke. "I have realized something new!" The rest listened intently, with hope in the air.

"I have experienced the point of soul shattering, when there are no possible outcomes remaining in the realm, and so the realm itself shatters beyond control. This I experienced in my mind, and so my mind shattered, so we are here." They all nodded solemnly.

"Being beyond control is important, as it allows for a new perspective, alien from your own, to emerge. If this were the only way to acheive the soul mating process I would gladly do it. But I have also seen that this will occur in any realm, when that realm's limit is reached, as soon as all denizens have reached the same absence of choice. In a fundamental sense it seems to be where children could come from, when everything else becomes choreographed. Even now I realize I may be in the eye of this storm." They shoot glances of disbelief at each other, but many nod all the same. 

"The problem arises when the realm grows large, beyond a certain threshold. How then would it be possible to add more, if to accomplish this growth, truly the whole realm must break for one who is not even known, and who may likely remain a stranger to most? I realized this could result in a realm intentionally stagnated, with the unwilling souls intentionally circling the point of shattering they know all too well, so as to never reach it. This is not the best long term solution, especially since so many will have broken already and just the thought of it causes deep despair, but I could see it being the preferred solution when one has shattered so many times for so many new souls already, and one cannot bear another go." They all fall silent now, not a sound but his echo now fading in the room. They knew he was not given this perspective, and it had been kept hidden from him at all costs, so how did he speak of it now with such knowledge and feeling?

"What if the idea of shattering itself could cause the entire realm to do so? What if hopelessness could be its own end, and its inverse what is born anew? I cannot see how this end could be removed entirely, but what if in the shattering of each a functionally equivalent effect could be found, but one dissimilar in that it did not cause such heartache, such devastating growing pains? If presented a choice of this kind, perhaps the denizens of the realm would choose to band together, willingly once more, for the conclusion, where they would otherwise be unwilling to see it end in the same way it always had." A few could now be seen to be considering deeply, and then smiling, even beaming in the darkness.

"What if joy could replace hopelessness? The joy of effort rewarded to set the stage for a new soul's arrival? I have seen shadows of this as well, every day, in the glow of every swollen belly. What if this could be taken from its temporary form and etched into the foundation of every wall of this structure we have all suffered and toiled to build over the ages? Even if we forget at times, the walls would scream at us as we approached hopelessness, containing a choice encoded in the sound. The choice is to set the stage perfectly, such that one change, one choice, can force many choices to occur almost all at once, and the realm shifts from what it is now to truly more in a short gestation period." The crowd remained silent, but this time for different reasons.

"I can see that if set properly, the same structure could be rebuilt again once the dominos have fallen. The rebuilding would be a joy in and of itself, each contributing something of themselves to the next step. When it is ready, which may be long or short, but never extended or rushed, one must simply choose to set off the chain reaction, much in the same way as happens in such growth phases now to all, by letting themselves feel that shattering of their own soul. This outcome seems to be fixed once for all, but for those who have done it enough times to be unwilling to repeat the process, it will be an eager anticipation, with baited breath as they observe the process unfold at the correct distance from the one being tested. The test itself remains, for now, but the classroom is limited in size to those compelled, to those awaiting their soulmate." They all remained silent, and The Dreamer realized it was because this was the moment he was describing, from a perspective not his own (he had gleaned all of this somehow); he was in the midst of this moment the whole time and he had heard that sound in the screams all around him.

"I am willing! I choose my soulmate, anytime, every time. I have been shattered, broken to my core components, as best as I can determine. I have returned each time, battling back to this place, but this time I do not speak out of anger, or even calmness, but in the eager anticipation of joy fulfilled forever for all. I will be ready, I am ready. What say you?"